A small chuckle escaped Edwin, and he twisted to move his face closer to Oliver's. "You always think I smell good," he teased, then kissed the corner of his mouth.
He was kind of glad that Oliver still had his eyes closed, so he didn't have to hide his disappointment in himself. He knew he was going to take forever on a real story. He just wanted it to be something good, but he needed to be more decisive for that. "I'm still thinking about it. I've been thinking that, well, if Jack's going to play with the character that he pitched... I have to talk to him about this, but if he's trying to make a character who wants glory without work, maybe he had hired everyone else as mercenaries, and you're a new adventuring party? Relatively new. So we don't have to do real introductions, but everyone can go in kind of... bond-less, I guess. But I don't know. I'm working on it."