"You have a knack for being slow. Except perhaps in bed," Edward said with a quick smile. And he sucked on his cigarette, indulging in a deep draw, his four red eyes locked on his brother's face. "Mmmm. Delicious." He grinned, flicking the darkened ash to the ground. "I've beaten cancer once, brother, I can do it again. Besides, we both know there's more than one reason why I can't die with ease." Edward tilted his head to the side, popping three consecutive neck joints.

"But that's water under the bridge, really." Another smirk, another inhale of smoke, and he strolled before Tony. Head high, gaze intimidating. He was the sin of want, the prodigal brother of attainment. Fulfillment. And more. Greed could be an artform, when employed by a cunning mind. And Edward had that sort of mind.

And the power to wield it.

"So, brother. That little debacle of yours managed to raise a few eyebrows." He paused and turned to look at Tony, his gaze dropping. "As well as a few other things. Most amusing." Rolling his shoulders in his black suit, he strolled onwards once more. "But I'd rather see the effects on individuals. I, too, will expose my newfound talents. It will be a time of bonding."