Between Oswald's obvious tells of being unnerved, not eating anything and barely paying attention to what he's been saying - Edward has been ignored often enough in his life to know when it's happening - he is back to doubting again. There is no reason Oswald should have turned on him, but reason isn't always at play with a man like Oswald. Too emotional by half. Perhaps someone has been spreading false rumours. Edward smiled at Oswald, making sure he has his attention this time around while moving one of the knives next to his plate up his sleeve, just in case.

He has no plans of hurting Oswald, but should Oswald attack him, he at least won't allow him to get the drop on him. Once he has him subdued, he can probably talk sense into him.

"You've only ever shown me the best since I joined you," Edward agrees, while ensuring that the knife is hidden, "Lovely indeed."

What is going on? He needs to know, but he can't press. Either way, he is prepared now. "You did get all worked up for nothing." Since the knife is securely hidden up his sleeve, only the tip against his palm so he can pull it out quickly if need be, Edward uses that hand to grip Oswald's shoulder. "Relax, Oswald, will you?"