Edward twisted his wrist fast, to catch the hand at his, as he shook his head. His lips stayed in the crooked smile, perhaps strayed even further with his low, teasing tone.

"I could still be undecided." You know, with Carlisle's hand still in his, and him choosing to take another step into Carlisle's space. It could happen. In some alternate universe. "You've had far more time to think about it."