Bryn | Jacob | Edward
If asked, and depending on his mood, Jacob could have had a great deal to say about his charm. But that thankfully wasn't a topic of discussion at that moment, that topic was better saved for low lights, empty bottles and cuddling close, not for playful flirtation at a party. He was happy enough to simply enjoy the moment and their attention, especially when she kept touching him.
"I think I can say for certain by now that you seem to be quite comfortable either on the top or on the bottom and I am perfectly content to let you decide where you wish to be." He said, there was a slight twitch at the corner of his lip but no color rushed to his cheeks. He was slowly becoming more comfortable with more blatant vocalizations of affection, especially in public, but saying something was always a little easier when he'd had the time to go over it in his own head more than once before it came out. She'd set him up perfectly and he simply couldn't resist. "And I cannot imagine you have a game of Scurvy in mind, though clever Eddie is getting better at it."