Ned catches the suggestive undertones of that, and they make him grin, half-laughing and looking around although there's no one to hear them. He might worry that he's being bossy or pushy or acting like a know-it-all, but Ginsberg doesn't seem to mind his offer too much, so he doesn't worry. And that's a big thing.

That flush on Ginsberg's cheek really is charming, sends Ned's mind back to other times, when his face had been red for slightly different reasons, and he's clearing his throat and saying, in a downright whisper, "You know, I really wish I could kiss you right now." He's not going to try, obviously. Ned's hardly bold, hardly a risk-taker. But if he can't kiss Ginsberg, he's going to damn well tell him that's what is on his mind, "I would. If... you know. Circumstances."

After a brief pause, Ned says, "You want to uh. Go back to my place for a bit?" He feels a bit forward, suggesting it himself, but it's nice to be the one doing it for once. That he wants to. Ned's not so used to that. He feels practically obligated to add a brief, "I could teach you some more..." but he says it in a way that's so embarrassed it almost cancels out the inherent lewdness.