If Al had somehow been privy to Amelia's thoughts, he definitely would have agreed with those last statements. Getting the fighting over with would suit him fine too, if just so he could finally drop all the charades meaningless pretenses. Unfortunately, neither side could risk letting their battle take place in such a public area, so the act would have to continue for a little longer.

Al wasn't observing closely enough to be as sure as Amelia about what Lust was up to, but he knew better than to stand around make himself an easy target. Whatever resemblance he bore to Ed would be difficult to discern from afar, but if Ed or Ling looked his way a few times too many, it could draw unwanted suspicion. It was safer for everyone if he drifted out of their sights too, though his brother would probably be even more annoyed with Al for this later.

Finishing off his drink--and making a valiant effort not to gag at the taste--he casually slipped into the crowd, maneuvering with a well-faked confidence. He'd be next to impossible to recognize amid so many people, and maybe some extra company would stave off his boredom a bit too. He envied Ed a little for having at least a fake date to talk to.