"I know. I know it's not pretence with you. Just like I know you're really sweet and you really care." Edward shrugged, having accepted that by now. Although he felt there was more to it, that edge of desperation. The fear of failure that he'd seen so clearly. And the smouldering anger beneath it all, enough to frighten him. Enough to intrigue him. Well, Ed knew he was drawn to danger. "Do I ever think, Harvey? Please. I do little else some days and still get more done than most."

Edward looked at him from the side, curious. He could not let things go. "What, Harvey? Do I ever think what? You can ask me. I love questions."