"In all honesty, based on my research? I think he's somewhere on the ace spectrum, with a bit of a weakness for pretty boys who make nice sounds when they're scared." Edward shrugged his shoulders, leaning back against the wall of the lift now they'd entered and looking at Pamela. "You're free to try your luck, but I'd try going for something less risky."

"Not fair anyway," Victor muttered, standing toward the front.

"Aw, Victor. Don't be that way. I just like seeing that beatific smile of his."

Victor was pouting, but he didn't turn away from the door. Professional, Edward had to give him that.