"So you can find it, you mean? No I think I'll keep it safely where it is. I'm hardly about to forget it." He never could, never would. His love for her was too much a part of his life, a motivating factor in so much of what he did.
"And?" He did just that, pushing it aside and out of his eyes. "It works." He raised an eyebrow at that smirk. "That look is dangerous, you know. Do you have an objection to the way Much cuts my hair?" He didn't make comment on what she'd said of her father. It was easy for him to forget that he had died, in her time. That was from his future, something he hadn't yet lived. It was hard to imagine such a proud and good man like Edward gone.