Same thing you do with it? Nothing at all. [He even just admitted as much about the tailor thing, so Ned is right as usual. But he can't stall much longer than this, so with one last sigh and look around the room like he's been here forever and will really miss scorning it, he turns for the door.]
Walk me out, Frye. We'll see if I can lose you in a crowd for once.
Not a chance. [In hindsight, that probably wasn't something to warrant him offering his arm to physically walk him back down. It sure wasn't. Jacob is stupid, and he's dropping it to walk out ahead of him before either of them can acknowledge his face burning again.
[Oh. Hmm. Ned graciously pretends he doesn't notice that, as much as he looked right at Jacob offering his arm for a solid couple seconds there. This is a completely ordinary and platonic walk back down to the street. The Rooks menaced by that smoke bomb seem to have cleared out by now, and there aren't exactly crowds at this hour, but it's dark—and this is Southwark. Giving Jacob a little wave and disappearing around a corner will probably never work for him again, but while Ned has the advantage of being on his home turf, he'll take it.
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Walk me out, Frye. We'll see if I can lose you in a crowd for once.
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He's not gay.]
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Look forward to drinks, Jacob who is not gay.]