Edward breathed out slowly, looking at Harvey and wondering. What exactly was going on? Was he being underestimated? Certainly wouldn't be the first time. A gun wasn't his usual modus operandi, but he certainly had used one before, he had shot people before. Still, he honestly felt as if it simply didn't occur to Harvey that he'd take advantage.

Touching. Sweet. Naive, perhaps. He reached for the gun and held it, admiring it openly. "That is a beautiful weapon." He knew enough to appreciate that. "Do you like it? How a gun can feel? I remember your gun against my face."