"Right. You always get handsy when you want something badly enough?" Edward raised his eyebrows and smiled playfully, while he moved his thumb to leaf through the pages, his eyes trained on them the whole time. Not enough time to process any of the information right now, but he rather prided himself on an almost photographic memory. He closed the journal with a little flourish and then handed it over to Jonathan, leaning down to kiss his cheek. "There you go, daddy. Told you, I'm a sucker for that commanding tone."

He got up, scanning the room again as he walked over to where he'd sat before and draping himself over the sofa again, absently licking his injured lip. "So. Love hurts? Is that the conclusion?"