Still wearing his mask's appearance, Edward's found a comfortable seat far enough out of the librarian's way to be a distraction, but close enough to keep both eyes on the show. He hums in his mind at Satoru's assessment. Didn't pay any mind in his Revelry course as a novice, seems like, he agrees, and leans forward on his elbows, grinning as he watches Satoru get right to work, commanding the librarian's attention as quickly and easily as only a Gold fucker can. Ed's grin only widens as Satoru bullies the librarian into turning and then—

The magic moment at last, and it's perfect, as undignified and childish as any Blue Court bastard could've hoped, and Ed's cackle is loud and hooting. He's pleased to hear a few other denizens of the library joining in, so he goads them on. "That's what you fucking get—" Ed hollers in the Silver mask's voice. "—For being a dick!"

Even after his laughter has died down beneath the laughs and taunts of the others around them, Satoru can probably still heard Edward giggling in his head. Run! He urges, Run, man! even though it's entirely unnecessary, given the nature of their disguises. Edward's already a few steps towards the door himself, though he waits for Satoru, as any decent accomplice would.