"Well," Riddler comments to the mirror. "That was different."

Ed is bright with embarrassment. "He couldn't stop staring at how awful it is."

"Edward, darling, don't be dumber than nature intended. That was not horror, or disgust, or anything other than pure, unadulterated desire. Until he panicked, that was less ideal." Riddler continues drying off and then wraps the towel around his waist.

"Are- are you sure?"

"How is it I'm the virgin and you're the one who can't spot genuine interest when it's staring at your ass? No, never mind, I remember your choices, you're banned from deciding when people want you, you'll just get us in trouble with Oswald. I think he's going to be very jealous and possessive... Come in, Oswald. Ed and I were just talking about you."

Riddlers turns around, leaning back against the sink and watching the door. "I'm wearing a towel, Ed's modesty will be preserved."