[Gentle... that's something he'd have never thought of or associated with Blackbeard, but Ed is a different matter-- and also the same. He tries not to think about the connotations of that, the soft brush of warm hands, the smile that curls up the corner of his eyes-the warm croon in his ear. He finds himself staring at the room without seeing it, and more accurately the bed, when Ed grabs his attention]

Oh my God an ensuite! This is amazing! [he clutches the doorframe to keep himself upright and nearly cries at the sight of it. He'd known there were individual lavs that had basins you could turn water on and off with, but this!]

I could live in here. [it's small, but a little bit of luxury never went awry. Though it is only a little because it seems this is standard - but he'll take what he can get. He could use a bath too or the equivalent of that. He's still sticky from sweat and a long strange night, but he doesn't think he can stand up for that long unaided and he knows better than to ask because water coursing down that long brown body-- is not something he's going to think about right now]

I think I'll set myself down now. [and he wanders back into the room, weaving back and forth before finally managing to flop back on the bed, spread armed and staring at the ceiling. In a moment he'll get on the bed proper and find a way to crawl under the starchy blankets made of only marginally higher quality fabric than the shirt.]

I think... I am going to regret a lot of things in the morning.