"It's interesting, isn't it? Unnerving, but ever so interesting. Quite the puzzle. I've been trying to figure it out. I'm sure your diagnosis will shed some light, Doctor Crane, but something about him has actually brought to my ever so resourceful mind something about those boring tangents you like to go off on every now and again." Edward sat down by the table, pushing the tray aside and pulling one leg up, so he could rest his head against his knee. He was drawing it out a little, perhaps, but it was so fun when he knew he'd be able to catch Jonathan's attention. "My theory, informed on by your niche expertise, is that there may be something not quite right with Mr Bolton's amygdala. A bit of malfunctioning. Underperformance. I'm curious to hear the expert's opinion eventually."