"...well, that clears that up." Did not. Not anything. Did he owe him a favour that he wasn't going to be doing? Did he want to make out at any point? Did he actually think he was beautiful and, if so, was it in a platonic way or was there any give? Edward looked at Harvey from the side, struck momentarily by that picture of masculine beauty. He could appreciate it more now, in the light of the dim Gotham sun, with the stark contrast his face was. Kind of breath-taking, really, made Ed wish he was more of an artist. Certainly inspired something in him. "If you want to do me a favour, get your face looked at. I can forward you to a good doctor. I'm never getting that tiara if you're just out there battling infections."