I'd rather not. [Eddie kept his wide eyes on Norman, open and innocuous. His fingers twitched.] Who knows what you might be inclined to do, Norman Osborn, with a limp body. [It was Norman's shirt he was after, if he could untuck it. The weapon hidden would be exposed.]

But since I was never one to be a placated partner, you understand --

[Twitching fingers solidified on fabric. He ripped up the shirt, seeking that hidden and staked weapon.]