"No, sorry. Henry's my biggest secret." Edward steleld his nerves with a breath and a shifting of his stance. He'd just think about Henry, here at the beginning. he was under no false illusions. He knew it would hurt, but he'd been tortured extensively on two previous occasions. While fish hooks hadn't been slipped in under his muscle, he had suffered intense torture.
"Just do it." He closed his eyes, his face a picture of passive calm. He grit his teeth, and fisted his hands, anticipating the moment on contact.