"Riza, we have a serious problem," Brigadier General Mustang said very seriously, like he wasn't rubbing his fake beard. Riza stared at him like he was crazy.
"What is it sir?" she replied in her normal emotionless tone. Slapping his forehead in frustration, Roy Mustang sighed. That was exactly what the problem was.
"Why don't you call me Roy?" he suggested. Pouting (yes, pouting), Riza stared at him, confused.
"Is 'sir' not honorable enough for you? Shall I refer to you as 'your majesty'?"
"As enjoyable as that would be, I can't have you yelling out 'sir' or 'your majesty'." There was a long pause as Riza Hawkeye processed the information. Smirking rather sadistically, she said,
"But sir, it sounds much cooler in Japanese."