"Tell a liar from an honest man, huh?" Edward was too amused by that to not repeat the statement, thinking how it encompassed what he already anticipated to be Harvey's biggest flow. Being fifty-fifty, seeing the world black and white in a city so full of shady grey.

Still, Harvey certainly wasn't wrong about what he was saying right now. And Edward would have conceded the point right away, but as he watched his lips against the barrel, talking became impossible for the moment. He swallowed, wondering when his mouth had become so dry. "You are right."

There, he'd admit it. "There are so many better things to do with a face like yours."