"Can leave off the mister," he mumbles out, somewhat distracted by the large quantity and quality of words coming from his clearly educated roommate. No wonder the kid's in Stede's cabin--they could probably talk together like this and not need a translator even once. And with that bit of eloquence from Ed, he's very glad to be spared the task of making small talk.

Gratifying. So far Ed's sharing living quarters with people he mostly doesn't know, biding his time until the Captain sounds the starting bell or whatever and signals the killing to begin. He's fully onboard with Ayato's sarcasm, even if he didn't experience the other island firsthand.

"With that attitude, you and me are going to get along great." Comfortable silence until they just pass out? Sounds like a terrific rooming experience, if a little bit of a boring one. They'll probably find things in common to actually talk about, if Ed ever bothers to use his room for its intended purpose. "But I'm just gonna check on Stede and then I'll be out of your hair. I'll hit you up for that spar if we survive 'til then."

With that, he crosses the room as quietly as possible, aware now also that he has an audience to whatever he and Stede might discuss, and he kneels beside his co-captain's bed--seeing Stede asleep when he's not nearly dying is a strange new wonder--before nudging his shoulder.

"Stede," he whispers. "Hey."