The Tower was a place that Edward had been before and the memories weren't fond ones. Last time he'd been inside, Enigma had been roughed up by Jack and Edward hadn't been very happy at all.
Now it seemed the mood was different. If anything, it gave the psychotic genius a better look at the layout, and the artifacts that decorated the room they were in. Edward doubted Tony was much of a collector. Easily Edward could tell just by looking that most of them were replicas and he guessed that they had probably cost a fortune. He was into artifacts himself and had been collecting extensively over the years. Back in Gotham, he could've opened ten museum in the amount of things he'd collected (or stolen rather). But he said nothing.
Instead he glared at Bruce from across the room, sipping flute after flute of champagne (which may or may not have gold dust in it from that annoying little pest that kept spraying him). He'd had too many to really keep track.
"You know...Jonathan..." Edward began, speech slurred by the amount of alcohol in his system though he still looked determined to say his piece, "...this place is much too fancy."