"Oh yes. It does that when he's confident." Real turn-on, he could also add to this, but he wasn't quite sure whether Oswald would appreciate that. "Just think, Mr Cobblepot."

He also had to keep himself from calling him Oswald or, worse, Penguin, all for Jonathan's sake. And the sake of his scheme succeeding, Edward wouldn't deny entirely that it was part of his goal here. "You, like any forward thinking man of intelligence, make calculated investments. I'd know, wouldn't I?"

He might not have realised at the very beginning when Oswald had first offered him some money to buy candy in exchange for staying at a certain place and then telling him what he'd seen, but he had realised in the time since. Oswald knew what pieces to pick. "A drug dealing chemist who'll be set to become a psychiatrist mere years from now. I'd wager it'd pay off."

Turning his head, he looked at Jonathan. "It's all about knowing Gotham's future. No one knows it as well as Oswald Cobblepot."