The rapier sheathed at his side was the only menacing thing about the Fuhrer. Everything else about him was warm, jolly, amiable. He smiled freely and joked often. He preferred tea to coffee and it was widely known that he loved chocolate-chip muffins.
As Roy leaned heavily against the wall of the wine-cellar, that rapier piercing through his shoulder had long ago become the least intimidating thing about the so-called King Bradley.
Later, Roy learned that the Homunculus' name had been Pride. How fitting, he snorted.
Later still, in his cold northern outpost, Roy pants as he learns to fence.