When she crawls on his legs, Greed slowly brings his arm away from his head. Alchemists aren't really a threat, but her ability would be something that would pique a wandering eye. Especially since she's feeding off of him like a leech - it isn't a normal thing and it certainly doesn't fall under Central's book of guided techniques.

Still, maybe things had changed. Maybe they hadn't. It would take more than a few hours to figure it all out. "Military," Greed says, his voice more hushed now. The dark outside turns his skin a little whiter. As the moon sends a soft glow into the room. It looks haunting this way, but somehow it's comfortable. "-they practice the laws of alchemy. Remember what I told you?"

The homunculus gives two small taps to his temple. "Equivalent exchange - can't make something without giving something up. That's their law anyway." A glint of his teeth in the dark could give the crescent a run for its money. "But I've been gone a while. I'm not sure what's happening now that the world hasn't ended."