Harry had something to close his fingers on now, if it was only digging his fingers into Eward's back as they kisses again, nails racking long marks in the other's flesh. He deserved it, pinning him to a wall. No one pinned Harry Fisher to a wall, not even if they were a stuck up lord who happened, as luck would have it, to be a better kisser than most. Much better than most. His fingers dug a little harder, kissing Eward back, cursing the other over and over silently, before the kiss broke, and the curse became audible, "Damn you!"