Greed trails his fingers down the abandoned bottle; touching when it curves and bends. With his back to her, his shoulders rise and those red lines knotting his back move with him. Stretching when his blades fan out, retracting when he settles again. Usually, it's easier.

When they've got nothing left to lose, that is.

But Kaede has plenty to lose: her life, her family. The situation is cruel and Greed makes a small groan of protest. "C'mon," he says as he tosses his head to the side. With bottle in tow, Greed settles down on the bed and his foot notches into the wood frame still holding at the edge. "-a hotel really isn't going to work."

And while the gesture is a silent one, sometimes silence speaks more volumes. "I told you, didn't I? I don't let anyone take what's mine." The homunculus leans his back into the worn mattress; it feels familiar under his back, even if the smell isn't exactly the same. "And I always take care of my own, Kaede."