Edward was quite sure that he saw that, and he was having great difficult controlling his facial expression and keeping that teasing little smile under control. It was the part that had been missing via telecommunications. Those little hints of expression and body language that told him he wasn't reading it all wrong.
He tilted his head and pulled a bit of a face as he considered it, and then shrugged. "By my time, duelling was outlawed but still very commonplace. As long as it was all honourable and gentlemanly, it was very unlikely to be brought to court. For a start, who would be coward enough to report it?" he considered. "But, if you shot to kill, then it would technically become a murder case, even if I think you'd be more considered a nuisance to the court rather than a cold blooded killer, as such," he smiled. "So maybe not. But it didn't seem worth the mess."
The hand on his arm did take him by surprise, but if definitely wasn't an unpleasant one. It actually made him relax a little, feeling the warmth of her little hand against him, even if it was through layers of clothing. "Mm. I can't imagine anyone I would rather experience it with," he told her, just because it was true and he hadn't really thought about how honest it was before it came out. She was smiling, and he found that his expression soon mirrored it as he saw the slight pink of her cheeks. He had the sudden urge to lift his hand and touch that cheek, to feel if it was as burning hot as it looked in that moment, but he managed to restrain himself. For now.
"Are you cold?" he asked, his voice low and steady. "I can light the fire if you are."