He has always liked strong women. The stronger the better, he always said, and would often joke that he'd become a mechanic in the hopes of finding like-minded women, who wouldn't mind lifting a machine or two.

Pinaku had done his best to raise his granddaughter as a strong woman, the type of woman he could respect, and she was doing well, taking after the family trade like a duck to water, and while that was good... it reminded him of his single status. He could retire soon, but he hardly wanted to do it alone.

And then the Elric boys came home and brought a very interesting escort.

She was tall, maybe six foot seven or so, and bulging with muscles. Her curly hair fell in loose ringlets and while she was no picture of beauty, she was strong enough to carry Al's armour, her skirt swaying easily around her ankles.

"Pinaku Rockbell," he introduced, squinting at her with his most suave squint.

She blushed. "Oh.... Alexandra Louise Armstrong," she murmured, her voice soft and husky, as she offered one massive hand.

Pinaku shook hands with a firm grip. Alexandra lifted him into the air on the upswing.

All right! he thought, grinning. Score!