"You want to do WHAT?"
"It will just cost a few million Esme! And provide me with the ultimate blackma-wedding gift for them!"
Carlisle studied my face. Then grinned widely.
"Esme, I think he might make this worth the money."
"It isn't about the money! It's about sending that poor man to the middle of whore-ville! Emmett, this is a wonderful idea, but I refuse to let you do this unless you send that man somewhere else!"
I grinned. This was going to be fun.