Jacob's head gives a sharp lift at Bertie's command to stop, but he does no such thing. He's felt such words before, and to one of his experience and power, it was nothing. "Yes, yes. You would be, thinking to be ordering me around like that." It was almost a pity. He had very much wanted to smash his walking stick into the fool's head. Now that was off the table, for he didn't want to damage the walking stick.

He does come closer, but his pace is slow. "...she's being what? To who?" And though the look of disgust and disappointment hasn't left his face, inside he's more amused than anything. How clever of her, feigning interest in some man in the interests of manipulating him. "That's a suspiciously specific denial, sir. Are you sure?" ...okay, now he's just screwing with the man.