Ah, fuck. The man had good hearing. "You've seen him. He's all... han--"--sdy and shit. No, do not go there, Ed. He managed to catch himself there, at least. "He's... just fucking weird." Yeah, it was definitely what he'd call Fucking Weird. Ling was the definition of weird, many times.

He listened to the other, frowning a bit about the women's comment. For some reason, he found himself irritated -- because he knew why, and he was only reminded of it. He picked up another drink and held it to his lips. "Only Women," he corrected, before there was the hint of cringe and Ed took a bigger mouthful of alcohol, deciding to chew on the ice cubes as well to shut himself up. Suddenly, Ed couldn't look Roy in the eye.