Edmund grumbled to himself, crumpling up Lucy's latest poem in his hands.

Did she really enjoy torturing Edmund this way? Did she really think he chose this life, because he wanted it?

Roses are red

Roses are thorny

If I was naked

Would you get horny?

Did she know that the mental image of her naked had him running to the bathrooms?

Did she know that he had his hand in his pants, wanking off? Did she know that as soon as he came, he cried, because he had just masturbated to the image of his baby sister?

No.