[Gogol laughs, and pats Poe's shoulder. Maybe he should feel a twinge of guilt that his incessant teasing has brought him to this point. Just a little one.]

You can relax, Detective! I'd just wanted to know what spurred that little slip up!

[Besides, the love of a clown is something no one should want.

He gives him another pat, and then pauses, a look of confusion and shock.]

Are we on first name terms? Should I be calling you Edgar now?