"Click." Edward let out a perhaps slightly immature laugh, but given he had a scared and trembling Oswald underneath him, he thought he could be forgiven a bit of giddiness. "I took a mental picture," he informed him, then he finally slid off the desk, never allowing the gun to move even an inch. It was very satisfying to hear Oswald struggle with accommodating it, he couldn't help it. "Spread your legs, my dear, and perhaps you shouldn't try to kick me again."