[He wouldn't say as much out loud, (because it's basically the opposite of cool) but as Ed grips the bar tight and feels absolutely no shift of weight, the completely immovable barrier between them, something in his brain hisses, don't you just wanna go apeshit?

And yes. Yes he does.]

Yeah, excellent, just follow my lead.

[And then without so much as a warning, he's reaching as best he can through the bars, grabbing Stede by the collar, and hauling him in close. His other hand remains wrapped around the bar to ensure Stede doesn't headbutt it and knock himself out or something. He raises his voice, although it's not as threatening as it could be. Doesn't feel great to yell super loud in Stede's face.]

What'd you say to me? I don't give a shit how unharmed and fucking comfortable the supposed captain of this shithole wants you, I'll mess that pretty boy face of yours right up.

[Just in case Stede can't see through his admittedly brilliant acting, Ed shakes his hair forward to hide his face from the guard, and winks.]