"Not die," Edward presented, much in a tone that would have befitted a 'duh'. Still, he realised what was happening here, there was a matter of Jonathan wanting a ledge and needing to be talked off of it. Should he be this invested? Likely not, but his lips still tasted of whatever Jonathan had drunk - his guess was on bourbon - and he thought about what he knew of Jonathan. Which, despite what Jonathan wanted to believe, was really quite a lot.

"Let me show you that Korean fried chicken place. Gonna transform your life, I promise. Let me kiss you properly." He smiled, a bit too wide, a little too eager to get through to Jonathan, but how could he help it? "You want to make a life in Gotham, you first have to actually know Gotham. I know the city. Trust me, Falcone isn't the way of the future. You like birds, don't you know they used to watch birds to predict the future, back before ancient Rome? Auguries. The time of the falcon is drawing closer to the end. Flightless bird in the future. Trust me."

He ran a hand along the side of Jonathan's face. "I can show you that. I can show you more. I can tell you how this city ticks and I can find new ways to thrill you."