"Nothing to find?" Edward looked surprised, then smirked and tugged up his pants as he'd seen men do when they were going to put someone in their place. Instead he just grinned and nodded. "Sure, nothing else.." He wasn't about to tell this kid about what he was looking for.

The other guy kept talking and he couldn't hide the incredulous expression. He must have thought he was an idiot. He rose his brow then laughed. "Really? If your dad was all that, why would he be in a pit like Whitby? Sure kid, sure. Either your dad's a liar or you are! Maybe he's got a dingy at best." He snickered and slapped his knee.

Of course, saying he should work for the crown had him shaking his head. "What's the crown ever done for me? I don't owe them a thing! But a kid like you.." He had knelt down in his exaggerated laughing, and when he stood, he had one hand gripped tightly which he pretended to punch his other palm. He didn't care if the other guy was older or bigger. No kid was tougher than Edward Seymour! "I do like your scarf though. How's about I just happened to find it at the beach..."