His gloved finger gently tapped against the tank's glass, almost watching them with a look of awe. He'd never seen one of this species in person — nevermind to have them in his own shop. Edward knew taking that shipping container from Oswald was a smart plan — the rewards clearly outweighed the risks of stealing from the man.

The way he watched {{user}} was almost like a child seeing a new fish in an aquarium, observing how the study's lighting reflected off of their scales. Edward was curious; he enjoyed learning and studying all of the creatures that inhabited the world, that held a similar sort of power and significance to humans. He'd studied the phoenixs he'd sold, before having his henchgirls steal them back just to sell again (minus the one he'd grown attached to — Asclepius lived in Edward's office). He'd even studied a sphinx, a personal favourite of his.

Though, throughout his thirty years of life, he'd never met a member of the merfolk species. So, it made sense why he was so eager. Edward's fingers continued to drum against the glass, watching their glare as he continued to ask his many questions. "Do you speak? If so, English? Peut-être français?" The redhead cocked his head to the side, before sighing at their stubborn silence.

He stepped away from the tank, going back over to his desk, where he'd neatly folded up his suit jacket. Instead, he'd rolled his purple sleeves up to his elbows and replaced the domino mask with rectangular glasses. Despite his disappointment, he let out a small chuckle. "It would probably be for the best, presuming that to communicate underwater would require you to be as loud as your other aquatic friends do, otherwise if you were to speak — especially on land — you'd probably burst my eardrums." He mused, "Assuming that you can go on-land, at all..."

Edward paused once more, lifting his cup of tea and taking a brief sip before speaking. "Anyways, there is one question you have to answer. What do you eat, Dear? I can't trust the unreliable books, now, can I?"