"Yeah," Ned says, with a small smile at the corner of his mouth, voice dipping a little with gentle sarcasm, "I'd definitely not want to see you again for that, because it's not like I've ever fucked up or anything." The gentle humor is meant as a reassurance; a suggestion that the idea of having such a reaction is so ridiculous to him that he won't even take it seriously.

"What worse things?" He hates to pry, he really does, particularly when Ginsberg has that shifty look like he doesn't want to go into it. But at the same time, Ned honestly has no idea what he means. Extortion? Blackmail? Nothing would be too low for the sort of people Ginsberg works with, based on some of the stories he tells. It's a cut-throat world that Ned doesn't quite know the rules to. Before Ginsberg has the chance to answer him he adds, "If Bob tells anyone I'll bake him a pie that'll- well. Let's just say he'll be in extreme gastrointestinal distress."

He means it, too. It's not like he's never done that before. Ned has a well-hidden vindictive streak that is quite callous.