[Oswald neither can or will deny the truth in Ed's statement, his smile lingering, bittersweet, as he's kissed in a way that brings to mind a subject swearing loyalty to his king. He shifts in his seat a little, flushing. His skin is already tingling - more of it than what lies under Ed's lips.]

No - but I suspect I'll find out sooner than later. [A beat.] Shall weeee... skip dessert and consider taking this somewhere a little more intimate?

[He asks, eyebrows raised, with a daring he doesn't entirely feel.]