Edward reached out, a hand softly landing against Carlisle's cheek. Finger tips spreading, lazy slow strokes until his palm is against Carlisle's cheek at the same time as Edward's head dipped to the side of Carlisle's on the other side, to whisper right near his ear.

"Or I'm saving you from thinking about what you did to me, and what I still want to do to you, in the very small, very beloved children's nursery."