Ed looks to the window, where his reflection grins and waggles his eyebrows at him.

"The quota will be met. I have no desire to break the rules and end up in any of the places they use for the correction of such things." He's pink again and busies himself sipping his coffee.

He wouldn't be adverse, Eddie. Since I'm going to be dealing with all that nasty, messy sex stuff, you should let me chat to him.

"Definitely not," he whispers. Then pauses. "I... definitely don't want to end up there."