"You seem unsettled. Don't be. Relax, no one wants to hurt you." Penguin assured him and then paused, smiling as he cocked his head to the side. "Yet." As long as he wasn't mean or rude, he had a good chance of living. Somewhat. He looked at his penguin brethrens and then back to Edward. "They won't hurt you. They're just interested. They don't often get to see people alive down here."

Oswald pulled himself up from his rickety old chair and limped his way towards Edward, coming to stand in front of him. He was a small, sickly looking man. Pale, red rimmed eyes and, yeah, he had a penguin look about him. Right down to the suit he was wearing.

"Entrepreneur, genius, playboy. I have high hopes for you. I assume you're a smart man, yes?" The Penguin smiled and as he did, something black oozed from between his teeth and dribbled down him.