After unlocking the door, he pushed it open, stepping aside and allowing Scarletta to walk in before him. Ever the gentlemen. To anyone who had ever experienced the wrath of Edward Hyde firsthand, and anyone who knew of his violent past in London, knew that he was incapable of such a thing. But then again, he wasn't in London anymore. He was in Beverly Hills, living a life he had only dreamed of.
He dropped his car keys on the end table just inside the door, glancing over at his little Scar as he heard her question. Noticing she had put her cute little slippers on, he smiled to himself fondly. "Of course you can, my little one. What is it?"