"You do need to know... but you don't need to decide immediately. Your wrath shines so brightly, Henry. So bright. And for good reason, I suppose. Wanting to lash out, to hurt, it makes sense. But you can only do that with someone who can handle it. What you just did to me? This is what it felt like." She reached out and rested her fingers on his shoulder, transferring the pain from the dozen lashes to him for about 5 seconds before letting her fingers fall away. She smiled lightly. "That's what the whip does... but it's not what it's about."
"And you..." She turned that smile to Edward, a finger tracing his cheek. "Not everyone's place is under the whip."