"Oh, I'm sure you could. You seem a lot smarter than him." His mind kept working away and Edward reached out, running a hand through her hair. "But I don't want to get you into trouble, sweetheart, do I? Best leave it to me. I can deal with your father being mad at me."

The very last thing he was concerned with was whether the Cluemaster would have a grudge against him. Because, duh. He was a superior version of anything that man could even inspire to be. However, his heart had started beating faster listening to her. Her perspective of her father was a very different one, reminiscent of things he didn't want to know about. "A father's child, a mother's child... Who are you, Stephanie, hm?"

Edward looked at her thoughtfully, inspecting her face. Damn. He reached into his inside pocket and got a pen out, handing it to her. "Do you see that little button on the side? That turns on a light. It's like a hidden flashlight. Very helpful against closet monsters."