"I should hope not. That's not my style. Turns out that you like your men dapper, you raggedy man, who'd have thought?" Quite the departure for that smelly barn boy. Edward leaned forward to press his lips against Jonathan's neck. Something to be said for the smell and taste of fear after all, maybe he'd have to concede Jonathan's point there.

"Are you clinging to sanity by clinging to me?" That was funny, he had to admit. He laughed as he rested his chin on Jonathan's shoulder. Then he shifted suddenly, following a whim. A whim that had him straddle Jonathan, both arms around him now. Oxytocin. "How much do you want what only I can give you, Jonny? Come on. Tell me. Let me know."