[Edward spoils him terribly, that's what he does. Not that Sigmund particularly minds. If he was a cat, he'd be purring right now. And well, he wasn't interested, really, until recently. Or he was, keenly, and then he wasn't, and now he is again. Or... or just maybe thinking too hard about these things never bodes well for him, and so he will not.]
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It would have made travel faster.