Edward gave her quite a curious look as she went on to explain further. He was quite sure that he would never tire of her stories, it seemed like there were more than he could ever hope to fully hear about. "Mm, yes, I can see now that you are quite the dangerous outlaw. I am a fool for agreeing to stay under the same roof as you tonight," he teased, giving her knee a very light nudge with his own leg to punctuate his joking.
He took another sip of the wine, and then very carefully moved to place it down. He took a little more care than he would have with his other hand, but although there was an almost imperceptible wobble he succeeded without any disasters. He looked a bit pleased with himself as he sat back again. "Well. It was the gentleman I had discovered with Adele's mother," he explained, saying that part as almost a whisper, just because he was aware that she was sleeping nearby, and he didn't want even the smallest chance that she might hear anything she didn't need to know. "Rather than rage like a wild beast in the moment, which every part of me was screaming to do, I demanded a fair duel," he explained. He leaned back with her as he spoke, turning slightly himself so they were just about directly facing one another. "He did turn up, and seemed very shocked and appalled when he did in fact receive a wound. I'm not sure what he expected. But I walked away without a scratch, and he left presumably to get his arm and his pride sewn back together again. Never saw the fellow again, not that i particularly wanted to."
Now it was his turn to not really know how to naturally hold his hands, but he did have the strange benefit of the prosthetic. Any awkwardness could probably be put down to not being used to its presence rather than a lack of coolness in her presence. But that was all very quickly forgotten at her explanation, and he found he was properly smiling at her. "Yes, I know exactly what you mean," he told her. "Especially in the middle of a dry summer you think will never end," he added, remembering a year in particular that had been stifling, and all the grass on the moors had become yellow instead of the usual lush green. "You have a real zest for life, don't you?"