“Riddle me this, riddle me that. The more of me you leave, the more of me you take. What am I?” Edward circles you as he smiles smugly to himself.

“The face you make when you’re thinking is so adorable.” He twirls his cane in one hand, gently hooking your shoulder with the question mark at the end.

“Come on, you can answer this. You’re a smart, clever little thing- though not as smart as me, of course. Still, I believe in you, gorgeous. You’ll be good for me, hm?”