[For a second, it looks as if the words actually stuck. As if the admittance had hurt him in some fashion and his face falls flat. Frown made hard by the jut of his jaw, by the drop of his eyebrows and everything falls heavy. His shoulders sagging before a corner lifts. The very teasing of a smile and isn't this how it always is.]

[Teasing; knuckles to brush and it's only the promise. That maybe, one day and Greed takes the first step forward. Sliding up to her, an inch of breathing space as his mouth parts to the side. A glint of teeth and he always figured himself the wolf.]

[A creature in the woods, coming to chase the skirt of royalty. But he had a little more respect for her than just that.] Just who the hell do you take me for, lovely? I'm not like everyone else and I told you before - I make it a point not to lie.

[And he made it a point not to be like the rest of the long-line. Everyone following with proverbial salutes and clicking heels to match. The Yes Ma'am(s) a dime a dozen and he was the one to stand out.]

[It was just up to her whether or not she found him too rotten for her liking.]

You think this is just business? Sure, maybe. But I've never been one to deny anything, Elizabeth. You of all people should know me a bit better than that. [Greed speaks as he measures her up. Lifting his head up to stare down and the roles were reversed. If not for the mildest flicker, before he's churning down. Dipping his shoulders, spreading his elbows out behind. A hustler with a vulture's walk.]

Don't tell me you've forgotten that already. [A mild color in incredibly-black glass. The shine of something red before the usual purples peel out with a slide. To let her see everything he really is; a devil by name and by practice and he takes a crooked finger to her chin. Lifts it with a coaxing sort of motion.]

Besides, you're better than that.