Ed exhales short through his nose, an equally amused and irritated sound. The knife slices cleanly through the meat of Pratt's finger and only struggles at the bone, but Edward is practiced at this, wedging it between them where the knuckle connects. A moment later and Pratt is left with a bloody nub, Ed smiling with modest pride.

"Mmhm. Now open wide." he blinks, palming the finger and turning the knife to his throat again. "I hope you're hungry. There's plenty left for seconds... thirds... mmm-tenths."