"Nothing sinister? At all? Shame." Edward wondered where Jonathan's mind went when he fell silent the way he had as he finished the chicken. Such intensity on his face. What was going on inside his head? He could have made an educated guess, but he could not know for sure. Jonathan was not the easiest to read. "But sure, I'll relax. Anything is better than a drizzly Narrows back-alley."

Not that he'd have elected to sleep in one of those. Jonathan offering his place was still an excellent alternative. "I know you bought me a drink, Jonny, so, just for the record? I need at least three before I put out."