Were Ned sober, he would probably have just listened to Ginsberg's answers without response, focused on what he was doing entirely. However, as it is, he pauses whilst mouthing against Ginsberg's collarbone, looking up at him with a small, surprised smile. His lips, and the area immediately around his mouth are slightly reddened from contact.

"Huh. Me too." His still-damp bangs are in his eyes and he brushes them aside impatiently as he explains at a rapid clip, "Not the learning English bit, but the rest of it. Barely said a word for years, but when I did start, I went way too far in the other direction."

What a curious thing to have in common. With that tidbit shared, Ned returns his attention to Ginsberg's chest, scraping his teeth very gently over his collarbone. He lays a hand on Ginsberg's waist and, gradually, lets it stray lower. Ned runs it over his hip, smooths it over his stomach, traces out the pattern of his belt buckle.

"You don't mind if I-?" he murmurs.