Ed had had trouble dressing for dinner. Which made him sound well, if not like a stereotypical "girl" at least like the kind of guy he usually made fun. It annoyed him to no end. But that at least seemed par for the course when dealing with the women of Bellum LeTale.
He was still grumbling on the inside as he slid into the black slacks, crisp dark grey cotton shirt, and black jacket that he had finally settled on. The labels were designed, the clothes tailored to fit him in the just-so way that he liked.
He had stopped grumbling and was softly humming the melody that he had come to know as "Books and Lace" as he took the bottle of champagne that he had chilled as a hostess gift out of the ice box and headed down to 905.
He was still humming as he knocked on the door and waited.