"The pleasure is mine." Edward let his hand drop to his side with a smile for Alexander.
Dirt Nap's failure to acknowledge Edward's existence exacerbated his preexisting annoyance with the Savage. But, he wasn't in the mood for prickliness; and, Edward did still like the cowboy.
Taking in the Savage's words, Edward gave the giant a closer look. He had written off Alexander's physical signals of unease as the general strangeness of the Haunts. That may have been foolish. Maybe the Savage, with his closeness to beasts, was more in tune with these things.
Alexander did seem okay, though, so Edward didn't want to read too much into it. Instead, he greeted Dirt Nap.
"Good evening, Mr. Clay. I trust the nights have found you well?"