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"I assume you are aware of the increasing tension between Fullmetal and myself."

Oh, great, what now? "I'm aware, yes. I don't particularly care, though."

That seemed to throw the other man off. "Hasn't Fullmetal already acted upon his apparent fondness for you?"

"None of your damn business, Mustang."

"Yes, it is my business, Captain. It is my duty to enforce military rules and regulations. Fraternization –"

"Has absolutely nothing to do with it. Elric isn't military and you know it. He's a State Alchemist –"

"And therefore under my jurisdiction."

"But he's not military. Only in cases of emergency mobilization (which are highly unlikely in this day and age) will he be given an uniform and told to kill. Therefore, all military regulations are null and void... as I'm sure you know, General."

If Mustang was at all uncomfortable with that statement, he did a marvelous job of hiding it. "So you admit that you have relations of an intimate nature with the young man?"

"I'm admitting nothing," Havoc said tartly. "There's nothing to admit.

"How can you be so sure? You can't possibly –"

"He's been rooming with me, yes, but that means absolutely nothing. Contrary to popular belief, I don't sleep with anything that rooms with me."

"I never said that," Mustang protested, on the defensive. "I never even intimated that!"

"Then what is this about? I want to go home and get some sleep."