"Ah," Eddie felt those fingers enclose around his wrist, and instinct transposed. He loosened his own clutching of Gilbert's collar, relaxed his muscles, and allowed the other man to guide him. If his instinct had kicked solidly though, a sequence completed, he'd be running the opposite way -- but Edward was still a man of logic.

He was mostly in control of himself.

The couple of Tiriseans sneered, their shoulders and thighs tensing as if ready to leap upon the imPorts. One, Eddie took note, the one who hadn't been kicked down had around his waist a series of sharp fishhooks. Like a belt.