Bryn | Jacob | Edward
He couldn't ruin the image that seemed to excite her by explaining that carrying another person was a very good way for Jacob to pull his arm from his socket, an injury that happened far too often thanks to how rough he sometimes had to be with the grappling hook. He'd learned already not to try to fire it while he wasn't standing on the ground, but that didn't always mean he had alternatives. Having Edward pressed against him though, that was never a bad idea.
"Part of the fun is doing something we're not supposed to, but I suppose having photographic proof might be nice to have." He glanced to Edward, certain he wouldn't mind and it was far past time that the man experience the joy of having his picture taken. When she tugged at his lapel he took her wrist, bringing her hand up so he could kiss the back of her palm. "Especially if our wonderful lady doesn't wish to observe us herself. But I promise, I would put no avoidable stress upon your nerves. If it troubles you that much we can find other ways of entertaining ourselves."