Edward just recently got back from Amestris, and he is dressed in full formal wear, black slacks and a white shirt, a vest and coat, and a scarf of red and gold draped just under the black coat. He looks like a man in charge of a country and not afraid to throw around his power.
And he is not in the best of moods.
He pauses at the door leading from the office to his apartment, about to go change and get back to the (relatively) relaxing job of playing apartment manager, but he recognizes Murasa's voice, and more than that, he recognizes the tone of "there is something you need to deal with now, although yesterday would've been preferable."
He turns back, straightening to his full- probably unimpressive- height, his ducal expression screwed firmly in place. "Come in," he says with a tight tone.