Hello, Ed. [he's definitely had too much and far more than he should. He's flushed and shining with sweat and feels like if he stops moving he's going to fall over]

Not even for a treat? [he shakes his hair out of his eyes and grins] I don't mean just popping a knife in someone's gut but, you know, combat, steel against steel, get that good rush going and then [he gently thwaps the heel of his hand against Ed's belly where he can feel the still forming scar]

What do you think?