“Maybe I’m doing humanity a favor,” Edward retorted to Crane, his lips twisted venomously. “But apparently you’re not very good at suffocating, if you can still talk. Hint.”

At the very least, it was oddly comforting to know that Edward’s knack for bickering is universal with all known Cranes. Felt like home. His attention resumed aiming its focus on Harvey and the lawyer's gift of alcohol--not on the rocks? That duplicitous bastard--which came at a most welcomed moment.

"Because he likes me," smirked Edward. Because he wants to toy with me was more likely, and Eddie knew it, but damned if anyone could get the man to admit such a thing.