The Keymaster cocked his head to one side. "A favor?"
Then, slowly, his appearance returned to that of an Alphonse Elric in his early twenties, soft gray eyes and honey blonde hair. "Sorry," he said, his voice no longer like midnight, but the sweet-toned Alphonse Izumi would remember. "We were uh. In the middle of something. Brother might not be along depending on how long this takes. What do you need?"