"Ehehe..." Edwin froze when the hobgoblin put a hand on his shoulder, all hope of escape, a fleeting memory. "C'mon Dante, you know Im good for it. I've just been forgetting my wallet, lately that's all."<br/><br/>When that hob-hand squeezed down, it felt like Edwin's shoulder would be crushed, "For a shmott gye, yooze forgetingz much, ya?"<br/><br/>"Right, what do you need, Dante?"