Edgar looked like he was a man caught between a rock and a hard place. He was sweating, pale, and clearly was scrambling to come up with something to say. Not quite an excuse, but a denial of some kind.
"Cassian, I like you. I don't like-" Edgar stared at Cass, and the words caught in his throat. Cass was looking not at him, but through him. Whatever bullshit he was about to spew, Cass wasn't going to take. Not that Edgar had kissed Cass as a distraction from the interaction he'd had with Lord Ridgewood; Cass valued himself more than that. But he was sure that Edgar had been rather excited that Cass had decided on kissing him instead of asking for more details.
It was clear that Edgar did not want to talk about this, but Cass wasn't going to drop it. Not when there was so much juice to this topic. That, and it would impact any plans he made for the future. He needed to know if he was going to have to include Lord Ridgewood into those plans, or not.
