Izzy could have said nothing and Ed would have been in such a better mood. But no. he has to dig, has to know he was right, has to rub it the fuck in.

"Don't." he grunts, hand moving up in a hard stop position. "Nice touch sending the other one, by the way, have to assume his ass is dead now, too..." he growls, frowning down at his drink. It's fine. It has to be fine... anything less and Edward will fucking kill himself.

"Got what you wanted. Don't rub it in."