"You know, you could be describing Hannibal Lecter," Ed couldn’t help but add, still laughing whilst Murray’s messy hair tickled his tummy again, "not that I’m in any position to talk."
Damn it, Ed, stop bringing up the murders!
"I’d say it’s about fifty-fifty; Hombre Caimans have electrical sensors in their skin and mouths, it heightens sensation," Ed had done this dance before, "but I’ve got an especially ticklish tum anyway."
Murray snorted at the comparison. Ed had no idea how appropriate it was- although he liked to think that Shaz wasn’t criminally insane…or at least not likely to cut off a paramedic’s face and wear it.
He decided to sit up- not that Ed wasn’t comfortable, he just din’t want to make Ed laugh himself to death.
"So it’s a bit like my hypersensitive hearing and smell, then. But, you know, for a different sense."