"Caving." Edwin replied, having swayed easily to a stop when the Cat did the same, voice gone almost as icy as his expression, and there was a near lethal amount of derision in the tone even just on the one word, and while it wasn't directed at him, the Cat might still take some splash damage from it just due to sheer volume, "I will never understand the modern habit of replacing a perfectly good word with something so generic and bland."

It wasn't that he hadn't caught on to the flirtation, it was just that he was too incensed by the apparent deterioration of language to actually respond to it at the moment. It was enough that he'd lost the thread of the game they'd only technically been playing, though that was probably for the greater good, really, as he'd already skipped ahead several steps there.

He shook his head, kneading briefly at the bridge of his nose as if to stave off an encroaching headache, "The art of communication is truly a dying one." He lamented with a heavy sigh before lifting his head, managing to relax some of the tension in his jaw, "But, instead of carrying on being upset about something neither of us have any control over, we're here for a reason, yes?"