It is a realy good job that Suzaku has no god to sting right now. He pauses for a second, taking in Edge's words. His eyes harden, his posture, though not bad to begin with, straightens. It makes him look older, probably a good thing as this wasn't a place full of people who would take any notice of a teenager.

He took the money feeling a burst of guilt as he did so, this was all wrong and they should be finding a better way. But Edge seemed to know what he was doing.

He focussed, worrying would just show and that wouldn't help them at all. But the shift in posture seemed to work, the opposite him was all of a sudden paying a bit more attention. He brought his fist up to the table, Suzaku copied, looking like he knew what he was doing even if he really didn't.