"Oh, who knows? I've been called sweet too." Not that Edward overly felt he was sweet. He knew how to act sweet, he supposed. There was that. He coughed, pointedly, then just focused on his drink and tried to ignore the smoke. Ah, it was the worst. "Yellow teeth. Disgusting coughs. Bad smells." Just a few examples of what else there was to fear.

"So far, I'm just working with him. Things are going well."