Bryn/Jacob
"I intend to make you work for it if you do, I was knighted by Queen Victoria herself. I ought to be a little harder to get, don't you think? Not very many of us left kicking around, I'm a limited edition." he teased right back. "As much as I like nice things, I am not so easily bought. It will take more than a nice meal, I can promise you that at least." Not that he would admit these days, but there were a few ways that were relatively quick shortcuts to his heart and body. It had taken him a long time not to wear them on his sleeve for all to see.
He finally looked back to her with a shake of his head, "I'm too impatient to learn, and practice isn't something I've concerned myself with for a very long time. But engaging you to make something that would make my space a little more like home isn't out of the realm of possibility. Though I would feel wrong to ask you to do any sort of work like that for me without recompense. Sadly, most of my skills are much more destructive than constructive."