Edward let go of Jervis, rubbing his hand off on his pants and leaning back. "Should I be flattered that you recognised me just by feeling my hand?" Perhaps that was something to be concerned over. "Good morning, Jervis. The lovely Pamela here was just about to strip off her top for you, it's a shame you are already lucid."

"In his dreams, the little creep," Pamela commented, not wanting to encourage Jervis by addressing him directly.

"Oh, without a doubt. Though I think even then he's more likely to wet his bed then have a wet dream. Those damn puberty blockers, eh?" He chuckled and then surveyed the room, mostly looking for any entertainment that was available. "Are the clowns all still banned? Harley incident?" What wide reaching consequences. "Neither of the Joker's paramours around, suddenly it's so blissfully quiet."