Washing away the clinging fragrance, Edmund became aware he was alone in the room. He tried to recall when his brother had left but didn't particularly care too much. Before he left, he rummaged through Romeo's clothing, purposely creating a mess, and come to the decision he liked what he was already wearing.<br/>It was getting dark, he observed, feeling far more energized than earlier. He was torn between staying, and throwing his attempts in at Juliet's affection, or going to the gentleman's club. He was good at card; so good that he was often accused of cheating which led to drunken fights. However he was never drunk, he detested the taste of liquor, to him anything other than blood tasted ashen, while some of his brothers could handle other food perfectly.<br/>As he reached the garden, he spotted Juliet and Logan together. He grinned devilishly.<br/>"Logan, little brother, isn't it past your bed time?" he teased, ruffling Logan's hair. "Good evening, Miss, how are you this evening?" he said with a wink.