Ed didn't quite like to consider himself intimidating, despite the fainting secretaries and the hardened soldiers diving out of his way. But it was still ever-so-slightly a relief when, upon barging into Roy's office as per usual, Roy didn't do more than raise an eyebrow.
"Fullmetal," Roy acknowledged. Dark eyes passed mildly over Ed's form with almost clinical curiosity. Ed bristled anyway, limbs flaring to gouge thick lines in the wall and carpeting before he pulled them back under control.
Roy's gaze took in the new damage, then went back to the tentacles themselves. After a long moment, something in Roy's face changed, paled, and Ed's heart sank.
"My condolences," Roy murmured, leaning back in his chair and folding his gloved hands carefully -- protectively -- before his face. The corner of his mouth quirked upwards, striking a chord of wariness in Ed, and Roy added, "The ladies are generally less than fond of heavy weaponry. Unless there's a limb without spikes...?"