Edwin vibrated with silent laughter. No, he did not want to fuck him in a penguin onesie, as funny as the image was, and Oliver's attempts to remain deadpan only made him laugh more. He glanced down at the puppies at the mention of them, then bit his lip. "I'd be okay with that," he said, going in for another kiss, but not moving to let Oliver up yet. "What about you, though? What do you want to try?"