"Ironically, I have good genetics. Maybe the old man's right and I'm a bastard after all." Edward said it with humour, knowing it wasn't true. He did loathe that about himself, that he could see his father's features in his own. Of course, his father's looks were rather ruined by years of drink and generally wastage of a life, but still. It was all there.

He sucked his stomach in as Jonathan touched him, goose bumps appearing involuntarily. He didn't try and pull away though, instead he just smiled and watched Jonathan look at him. "I've been told I've got a face that's asking to be punched." Certainly appeared to happen to him with alarming frequency. "You think I'm prettier than this? Hm. Maybe I should have stayed for the belt treatment after all."