Dragged along was the correct term for it; Ed had insisted he hadn't wanted to come along when Ling had first appeared (through the window, as was custom with them), but somehow he was being pulled along now.

"I don't even know what this game is," he grumbled, but naturally the prince knew how to appeal to him: hints on fighting here or getting home were always good offers. Ed just didn't know how much they were going to get out from a game night of sorts. He frowned more at Ling's last negotiation, "Who care about dirt on the Colonel anyway?"

They had reached the room Ling spoke of and Ed fell back a little, waiting as he rang the bell.