That is a surprise. Sharp as it is pleasant. That he's still doing so. That he's still doing so at his request. That he's still willing to do so. After...

Edward pushed himself up from the chair, leaving the book behind on the arm of it, a carelessly easy move that did not reflect as much care or ease in his countenance.

One arm crossed, hand lying loose across the sleeve cuff of the opposite wrist. "It isn't required."