[ His hands had shot up, entire body leaning back. Looking at him with one eye pinched closed and a smile that went incredibly tight to brace for some sort of impact. He honestly thought Oswald might have fully grabbed and hit him with that cane before he realized Ed was the one invading his personal space. He knows he's a lot quicker than he looks. Luckily, he froze (HA HA.). ]

Oh dear. Not really, no. I'd prefer getting impaled by you. [ There's nervous laughter following that remark. He waits until the other is done dramatically yelling at him and falling flat on a threat before moving back towards him. Standing behind the chair and putting his hands on his shoulders, rubbing at them. An intimate gesture of calm down. ]

[ He pauses, sighs and leans forward more to put his chin on the top of his head. ]

The amount of surprise in your tone says wonders about your level of confidence in us.