Edward shrugged. He was flexible when it came to murdering and robbing. If that was what Jonathan wanted to do. If not, then Edward was sure he would enjoy whatever else it was Jonathan had planned. Like Jack, Edward was really not one for plans save the heists and possibly assassinations. Otherwise he sort of went with the flow.
When Jonathan mounted the large, black steed Eddie smiled. He took a moment to admire his lover, whom seemed so much in his element atop the mare, before offering his hand to Jonathan. Edward climbed up on to the horse with Jonathan's help, and settled behind the man, arms curled around Jonathan's middle.
"Oh? And just what is on your mind, beautiful?" Eddie purred, leaning in to press a chaste kiss upon the curve of his husband's neck, before pressing their frames together as he held on.