[Words might not work on Alec, but he's addicted to them anyway, to the way his mouth moves as he shapes them and to the sound that they make coming out. Most of the time it doesn't even matter what they are -- except when he's trying to provoke, to use them like weapons -- only that they exist in the first place.]

[It's harder to respond to silence, but not impossible, but still Alec lets Greed have his moments until he responds, Alec lets himself focus on the physical sensation and the pleasure of having Greed cater to him in this manner.]

I know that you want everything and that you're incapable of telling the difference between what you are and aren't capable of keeping.

[It's purred in his low tone of voice, because Greed can have whatever claim he wants, but Alec's got plenty of free will left over, and he's going to exercise it just to prove he can.]

I know that this is convenient and it's just gotten more so.

[As if his pleasure is only that, but it's easier to say that than to admit even to himself that he's vulnerable.]