These little details about what life is like in the Down, and for Marked individuals especially, is all painting a very particular image of the city. Ed had said it had shades of similarities to Gotham in it and he can see that in places, though there's plenty more differences to already set them very firmly apart.

Chewing slowly and thoughtfully, Oswald feels the amusement at Ed's latter comment overtake his impulse to switch his mind toward something approximating work. It's an odd image in and of itself, not just Victor and Ed talking at all, but sharing a space like this, joking even. What has taken place in the time Ed has been here, really?

A mixture of the arrival, some very turbulent feelings, some good home cooked food, wine and getting clean all pulls Oswald toward a kind of place he hasn't been or allowed himself to close to for a long time--some kind of deep-bone tired that makes him sink into his seat with subtly sagging shoulders. If Ed were going to try and kill him in that moment, Oswald might just let him.

"Or the biggest assassin in Duplicity, as the case may be," he offers, a little belated though he doesn't entirely seem to notice the delay.