I do, and I could be persuaded to encourage your less dangerous habit, Jenny, if you'll be willing to talk with me. [He chooses pointedly placid language. It's something he assumed she'd notice, and that thought in itself is a testament to the situation: Edward is not willing to underestimate Jenny Quantum.]

I'm curious to know what's in your mind, right now. [In. Not "on", as the colloquial would demand. He's tipping his cards and letting her see, and perhaps the very action of doing that much is enough to set off alarm bells. The materialized torture implements, sterile and virgin as they are, do not compare to the sadism within his veins, craving for a release.

He needs to save the world, he thinks. He needs to know her secrets.]