[Schuldig's lips quirk at that, a shadow of one of his old smirks. There's too much turmoil between his temples for any real smugness, but it's something.] You'd only be stronger than me, Edward, if we were competing on anything remotely like an even playing field. I've got a hell of a handicap, compared to you.

Also, if you don't stop spouting that damn cliche I'll shoot one of us just to get away from it. [And he does reach out a hand for the gun, almost sluggishly...but it's only to tuck it away under his coat again. It seems that the danger, for now, has passed.]

You reminded me of something, though...