One eye cracks open at the comment about his hands being pretty, because Ed doesn't think of anything of his as pretty. He knows he's very expressive with his hands (and Riddler more so) and Oswald commented once, long ago, that he had perfect pianist hands.

"Pianist hands," he murmurs, eyes slitted to watch the blur of Oswald's face as his hand is lifted and softly kissed. "You're not as pretty with the eyepatch, but you're more... rakish."