[ Ah, he almost forgot about Charles' powerful sense of justice, that knee-jerk reaction to do the right thing — the instinct that makes him a hero, and makes him so fascinated to find out why. Edwin had a similar instinct in him, to protect and save and shed light on ghosts whose stories might not otherwise be solved or even known if it weren't for the Dead Boy Detectives... but he had another motive, didn't he? To beg for leniency, to do enough good that he might not be a shoo-in for another Hell visit when the time came. The Cat can't help but wonder, then, if there's another reason behind Charles' do good'ing. If, perhaps, there's something else powering that urge to protect, to lift up the ones who need him to stand in the way of incoming blows.

Well, he can't exactly ask him now, can he? Will truth magic even work on a ghost with no memory? Why the hell does he want to try it so bad, suddenly? ]

Mmmm... [ He hums, shrugging. ] I wouldn't say tosh. [ Because he would never say tosh, you weird little Brit. ] We have a little healthy rivalry. The cat and dog thing is just a little too hard a trope to pass up, I think. You've got a lot of dog like qualities that drive me mad and entice me in equal amounts.

[ Because he saw that little softening of Charles' expression at being flirted with, and he's all too aware of how flirting with Edwin went, but because of the whole... obsession thing, and Charles' subsequent jealousy, he never really got a chance to see how Charles might have reacted to it. No time like the present, really, with no previous bad impressions to get in the way. ]