It's probably for the best that Edwin has put those fingers to his chin again, because watching Edwin's mouth move as he speaks - listening to what he's saying and taking it in because the Cat always cares what Edwin has to say, but with a definite glassiness to his eyes that betrays the twenty-or-so percent of his brain that is thinking of other things - has encouraged him to lean in ever so slightly, getting a good look at those lips and his teeth and that cute little mole on his chin and the paleness of his skin...

When he's stopped, he doesn't deflate exactly, but he does inhale and hold it, golden eyes flicking up to meet Edwin's green ones. A pause. It looks like the Cat is going to say something, and then visibly changes tracks.

"Well, it's a good thing that times have changed, then. Since we're neither married, nor courting. We'd be causing a real scandal." He doesn't back away, though, something simmering in him like a child told to wait their turn, something he wants to say or do or ask.