"...We couldn't have done this back at the house?" His eyes narrow even further, focusing on her expression. There's something about the way that she's looking at him that bothers him. Like she's searching for something, and he has no idea how to show it to her. She can't... how could she possibly know he's not Ed? His only slip-up was in the hotel, and that's excusable... unless...

...No, his acting is perfect. He's had hundreds of years to practice this. She's just being weird again.

"Why don't you sound so sure of yourself, Pride? She's never looked at me like that."

He scowls, fighting the urge to avert his gaze. Stupid alchemist... "Isn't this something you want to talk about in private?"