Edwin nodded, pulling his head away from Oliver's neck again. "I am. We're good, really. I just had a moment, that was brought on by something that shouldn't have mattered as much as it did, but I brought her gin, and we had a good day. What is this you're doing?" He spread his fingers out as far as Oliver's pocket would allow, cupping the cheek that Oliver was flexing. He laughed. "What is your butt doing?"