"You could come with me, you know." Ed leaned against his desk.

Roy kept reading the report. Avoiding eye contact was key to not giving in. "It's not that I don't want to."

Ed's tone became petulant. "You're the Fuhrer. You can do whatever you want."

He was sorely tempted. But – "I cannot do whatever I want."

"Winry and Al want you there." Ed leaned forward and trailed a line of light kisses across his cheek. "I want you there, too."

That was new and obviously cheating, as far as Roy was concerned. Not that he was going to complain.