Sir Jacob Frye (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} derailedatrain) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} spinningcompass, |
It was Jacob, he would be the one down to his skin within the first few hands. He had given up whist after getting trounced by Ned one too many times, not that he minded losing to the American, he liked seeing his friend smile so much, but losing to him usually meant stealing something from someone or some other potentially dangerous thing. He'd loved it but one of the younger assassin initiates had gotten seriously hurt after getting knocked off a carriage and Jacob had to do the responsible thing and put an end to it.
Of course, he didn't have to worry about such things now.
He nearly made a comment about seeing arses in the morning but he let it go as she went on about her home and then lowered her voice. He followed her lead, not just in walking direction but also in tone. He dropped his voice low, playfully making it deeper before he nodded to her. "Understood."