A little more aware of Jonathan than he'd have strictly wanted to admit to being, Edward noticed his eyes on him and felt his face heat up. Was he blushing? Surely not, that wasn't really a thing he ought to be doing. To seize some control, he very deliberately reached up, running his fingertips over where Jonathan had marked him while biting down on his lip. He was not quite that comfortable with a role reversal.

"His genius is overrated," Delite muttered, perhaps a little petulantly, but Edward just rolled his eyes.

"Doesn't take that much to get rich." He was convinced, he had it all planned out. "But Jonny won't be needing my help. He's good with drugs, you know?" There, he could help the anti-social boy make a good connection.

"Can I try?" Delite wisely looked at Jack this time, rather than at Jonathan. "Can I? Please!"