[Oh, he can work with this. He can work with this a lot. Edge lifts a finger to his chin as if contemplating the wisdom of her statement.]

For a girl as cute as you, there'd be a dozen or more willing... But it happens I'm first in line. And was offering implicitly already, so the remaining eleven can bemoan their loss. [He winks broadly, even as he tosses back his cape with one arm so that it snaps dramatically behind him, and in the same motion produces his Far Shore-issued phone.]

Are you familiar with one of these, by chance?