"No... time." A quiet laugh at that, as Adelheid had the grace to look a bit embarrassed. He'd prefer it if he had fought something during the night; at least that way he'd feel like he had a reason to be so exhausted. Instead he had done nothing but his alchemy and a lot of talking; that was just humiliating.

The thing was, the more that Hohenheim spoke, the more that Adelheid swore that he felt something familiar. Trisha, Hohenheim... now where had he heard those names? Adelheid pursed his lips, tapping his chin with his left hand. The hair was kind of familiar, too... odd. Ah well. Adelheid inclined his head as he put down his fork, clasping the older man's hand with a smile. "I'm Adelheid Bernstein. And don't worry about being rude... I'm afraid that I might have to work while we talk. There just aren't enough hours in the day, I'm afraid. I hope you don't mind?"