Poor William. He flailed, trying to pull out of Edward's grip and finding- much to his surprise- that he actually had the strength to, but all it got him was flopped back into his seat. "Who are you? What are you talking about?!" he demanded, as bit wild-eyed and not a little frightened at the crazy man with his family's genetics (so clearly his father's son, what madness was this?) getting up in his face and calling him funny names.