Stede leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped between them. He's frowning, but it's a mildly puzzled and concerned look. He doesn't seem, at the moment, like he's worried about whatever it is Ed has supposedly done. It's more that he's worried for him.

"Maybe not. One way to find out, isn't there?" He raises an eyebrow, expectant.