Ed did look quite feral as he pulled the dagger back with him, holding it in front of himself protectively. His hair had only been half tied back and was now, along with his beard, rather disheveled. He wore some of the black jeans he'd stolen from a shop in one of the cities but no shoes, one of Stede's shirts hung loose around him under his unclasped leather jacket but all of it was a little messy and didn't have the careless style he usually carried.
Seeing Loki though, half-rotted and clearly something other than human kept him on edge. "Demon..." he gasped, lunging forward with the knife again. It didn't make much sense, if the other man was truly a demon Ed's dagger was hardly going to help, but it felt like all he could do.