[His walk was slow-paced; making muscle roll, his shoulders sag. To the left and the right as headed for an unmarked door off to the side. A throw of a hand from his shoulder gave the signal and all of those eyes mulled about their business.]
[Leaving him and his would-be guest.]
[Greed threw the door open with a twist of the wrist. The next hallway was small, but well-used. Various booth closed off by curtains drawn and Greed trailed the row. Clicking and clacking as his heels thunked against the floorboards.] Sounds fair enough. Grit then.
[The sounds and conversations coming from the collection of sashed-off rooms didn't bother him. The mutterings between baited breaths and heavier hearts - this was the best way to conduct business, after all. Everyone and anyone usually kept to themselves.]
[It was why he chose the last room on the right. Peeling back a heavy-lined curtain as he slipped into a private booth. A heel went up onto the center table; smacking it with a loud crash as he gestured the other inside.] Why don't you tell me a little about yourself, Grit. Doesn't seem like you're from around here.
[Lips parted. Showing off his set of knives and Greed formed comfortable into the back of the seat. Sprawling arm after arm out, letting his wrists sag on either end. As if he were king of the proverbial castle.]
[Which he was. But first - ] And then maybe you and I can be good friends, hmn?
Glad to see you like my name. [He lets out a small chuckle and strides along behind him. Not letting his eyes drift anywhere else, focused on the man he's supposed to be following. Because he's sure if his eyes go elsewhere, he's going to get lost. And dead.
Exactly what he's trying to avoid here.
He hears everything, however, and he's quickly questioning if he's made the right decision. He shuts his eyes and lets out a very low sigh, but carries on. There's no where else that would even potentially accept him so it's here as his very last chance.
Hopefully it's the only one he really needs.
They enter the room, and he slowly walks in, still wearing his coat and hat as he makes his way over towards the very private booth. Well well. Almost nice enough to sleep in. He lets out a whistle.] Nice place you got here. I think I could get used to this.
[He moved over to the booth and leaned against it. Sorry, he doesn't want to get caught in any bad deals. Hope you understand. He let's out a smile.] Well, you're right. I ain't from around here, that's for sure. [He lets out a chuckle.] I got myself nice and lost down here one day and it seems like I'm stuck here. And I'm sure you know the track record for a human in this place.
Fact I ain't dead yet is quite impressive.
[He leans forward with a smirk.] You have quite the impressive business here and was wondering if you could take on a human. I'd work for cheap in exchange for room and board. [His legs cross while standing, looking directly into Greed's eyes past his sunglasses.] I'm an easy learner too. I'll make it worth your while.
[There's a narrow inspection behind his sunglasses. Matched with the fanning out of his too-sharp teeth and Greed rolls his wrist across the outer edge of the table. Exposing his fingers one by one and it's entirely a show. Flashy and flamboyant with him as center stage.]
[As it should and always would be.] So who did you meet? That dim-whit Sloth? Or the hag, Lust? [The Sin tips himself to the side, letting those sunglasses fall just a tad. If the guy knows then those eyes of his should be familiar. Cut with a serpent's flavor and colored an eerie purple. His pupils thin out to needle points only to thicken again when a shadow passes by.]
I think you can figure it out - I'm not like the rest.
[Greed extends a hand outside the curtain before the passerby makes a get away. Snapping his fingers.] The usual. And a Side-Car for our friend here.
[The exchange is sort, sweet, and to the point. The woman only nods, thumbing her finger behind her as she passes on the drink order. Greed slithers his hand back inside, gesturing to the empty space in front of him.] There are plenty of humans here and plenty that just aren't.
I don't really care what you are Grit - as long as you work for me.
[The last word comes on strong. Like a hard brandy; thick, heavy with a buzz at his tongue. He lulls his head back, exposing the length of his throat. Which he runs a finger down in mid-thought.] Ah - [A snap of the thumb brings him back.]
Let's just say I've heard some things. Y'know. As most people seem to.
[A show that Grit doesn't find appeal in. He doesn't get dazzled by anything too flashy. Frankly, simple is best with him. Too bad most clueless people don't get it.]
Neither. Although if that lady with the show breasts was Lust... well, she probably does her job right for men who like that. [He wasn't always straight forward himself. But it should be even simple enough for Greed to figure out. He lets out a small chuckle.] No. You're nothin' like anyone else I've met in my life.
[Whether it's good or bad, that's hard to say. Also, he'd like to say what he usually drinks but he imagines that Greed knows best. In that the beer here is probably shit. So he'll take whatever he gets. He leans forward and chuckles.] I'll get along with everyone if they get along with me. [Humming lightly.]
Greed? Sounds appropriate for you.
[Letting out another laugh.]
So... what kind of work would you like me to do then? If you're so kind to take me on as an employee. I'm curious.
Usually when someone hears things like that, they don't spill it so easily. [Or they never get the chance to, he fails to mention. The six left are ruthless. Cunning and tenacious - if anything, the Sin's surprised the guy made it all the way to Dublith without being torn apart for knowing too much.]
[Still.]
[Greed flashes daggers when Grit starts the name dropping.] She's not one to let anyone go. Not that easily. [But charms only work so much. For men hungry to the appeal - Grit's right: Greed can easily read the fine print.]
[Those charms and tactics won't work if the guy just isn't interested.]
[The homunculus barks, throwing his head violently back with a snap.] Ha - ! Flattery will go you no where, friend. [Weight shifts as Greed throws his ankle over the opposing knee. It's easier to dip forward like this - pressing his face, his hand a bit more into the barrier separating himself from his would-be guest. Light catches in his sunglasses as he leers in. Churning, circling, then gobbled in those inky-black shades.]
Depends on what I need done. [His lips press back together and he coils one inside to wet.] All I need is a little loyalty. Room and board is covered, but - [Index goes sky high before the Sin cocks it at the wrist.]
- you work for me. That means you'll be one of mine. Sure you're still interested?
I'm multi-talented. I don't let things go without hearing them first for myself. [He's a heavily wanted man. If people knew of his knowledge, of course he'd be deader than a door stop. So hiding out was probably the wisest idea. Thank god there was a place. If it all went well.]
Then men fall too easily for her. [He grins and leans forward a bit more, looking right into those shades.] It's too bad she didn't have another form to use. She might have caught me that way. But not everyone can be so smart, right?
[The thing is, if Greed's name were Lust? Easy pickings. There's a heavy sexual tension from Grit's side and if he didn't think it would cause trouble, he would be acting on it right now.] Aww, it won't? Then all my previous plans have been ruined. [He chuckles and moves to sit up on the table a bit more, sliding his hands over to where Greed's body is.]
So long as it's not too hard, I think we can make this work. [The laugh he gave off clearly stated he was joking... right? Sure. Whatever got him in. He reached over and slipped those sunglasses off onto the table to look right into those beady eyes. Getting nice and close into almost a staring contest.]
If you don't sell me out, I'm interested. Just give me some good work to do.
[Greed unfurls his hand, hovering it just at the frame of the glass. He lets Grit explain himself; how it was he had such incriminating information and yet stood in the flesh. Living, breathing, without a mark to his name. Most weren't so lucky.]
[Scratch that: no one was so lucky.]
[The tips of his nails skip across the side of his drink. Caressing at the droplets, smearing them to thinner beads. The Sin leans back a bit, his foot bouncing on the cliff-side of a knee. A grin chases his jaw, opening lips to reveal the wet-slick points of his teeth.] Most do. Her charms didn't work then.
[Not that he cares. Greed makes that clear with a shrug of the shoulder.] I don't really give a shit about that. What's good, what's wrong - you humans are so quick to judge. [Though he doubts Grit has a pointer finger ready. To cast opinions, to draw lines. He came all the way here; it'd be pretty stupid to start.]
Oh-? I'm sure we could work something out. [Behind his sunglasses, a reptilian glance flickers. Pinging to the closeness that Grit made all by himself. He whistles, a bit impressed by the sheer blatant disregard, and he unfurls his legs.] Now why the fuck would I sell you out? You came to me, friend.
[Greed doesn't move when fingers grab his shades. He doesn't even flinch when Grit boldly takes them off. His eyes are slits; expanding and retracting to that needy beat of his. To a thirst that's tangible; that's as dry as a desert desperate for a drink.] The question really is -
[A dip has him closer, a breath has him near. With pointed razors ready to bite and nails used to leaving a scratch or two.]
[He laughs at the comparison to other humans, sliding a bit more on the table.] I've been judged plenty before. It's not somethin' I like to return the favor on, if you catch what I'm sayin'. [He shrugs his shoulders and keeps the distance small. Greed doesn't scare him much. The distance between the two of them is small and sweet and if he so wishes, he could steal Greed's breath with one swift move.]
[But he currently doesn't wish that. At least, not at this moment.] Y'never know with people. One moment they're your friends, kissin' up to you and promising you'll stay friends forever, and the next, they'll send you down the river to get ahead in life. [He taps the table with a fist, sliding completely on it now and swinging around to be right in front of Greed, legs hanging in between his. He slides the drink to the side and runs his hands up into Greed's dark hair.] I'm still figuring you out.
[He breathed down a bit, breath heavy from being close like this and seeing Greed's dark little eyes. He can't connect with them. But he's not here for a connection. He's here to stay alive. But he's also here to gather his own information.]
My job is information gathering. Now, working here, a bartender position might work best...
[But he grins and takes a drink of Greed's booze.]
But... I imagine you don't have any men to service the men like me here. Why don't I do that for you? And take care of what needs to be taken care of, if you catch my drift. It ain't ideal for me, but I guarantee I'll make it work.
[The hands in his hair beckon out a coy grin, a heavy look. Greed leans into the touch, unafraid and none-too-bothered by the crossed-line. The drink's abandoned not too soon after and his fingers run down across the table, leaving behind two watery smears.] Maybe not with people, no. Humans are unpredictable. You'll find I'm a bit different.
[When Grit's practically in his lap, Greed's thighs spread on instinct. No, it's not his first choice. Not when there's plenty of women ready and waiting. But it isn't as if he's about to complain; absolutes. Rights, wrongs - they don't apply to him.]
Information, huh? You'll find that a lot of it passes through here.
[Via a drunken slur or a good tip. Between the whining confessions or something else. Information is a commodity he's got full territory of. And those that know just what really lurks in the south-side of Dublith are quick to bring it.]
[Greed plants his elbows behind him. A gesture that doesn't need any explanation: he doesn't intend to touch - not when the other is so willing to ease into him. To swallow up any sort of comfort and force the door wide open.]
[Instead, he raises an index lazily up.] And eventually, all of that comes back to me. [From Central, from the North. The word of the underworld is quick and easily preyed upon.] You guarantee it, huh? [Finally, he leans forward. Threatening teeth oh-so-close to Grit's throat.]
Hope you can keep that promise. I'm not interested in someone who isn't loyal - or someone who plans on trying to trick me out of what's owed. If that works for you - [His wrist turns, his fingers fan out, and the rest of his sentence falls away with purring hum.]
Sure sure. That's what all guys say but no one delivers.
[Hey, he may like women but so many guys could say that. And let's face it, he could easily fill that gap where there just wasn't enough. Sure, Greed probably could have anything with any woman but hey, they weren't here. So they weren't currently enough to get Greed to call one in. He runs a finger over his chin.]
Why let it pass through? When there can be a toll on it. Make some more money, Greed.
[He laughed, moving his hand over Greed's leg and moving closer. Not that they could be much closer. They're practically sharing breath at this point as he rubs skin with him. Greed doesn't need to grab and touch, and frankly, he kind of hopes his partner takes a hands off approach to their first time.]
I guarantee it. Or your money back. [He chuckles and moved in... slipping down to his neck to give it a suck, a hand moving down to unzip his pants reaching in to give him a little rip.] And it works. Probably. I'll let you know if I make good money. Deal?
["That's what all guys say but no one delivers." Greed's smile smolders at the idea and his eyes hood. His hand opens up near Grit's head, feathering out each finger to pull down on the silver connecting his sunglasses together. He removes them with a ginger touch, folding the earpieces together one by one. Glass clips and he ushers them onto the table as an afterthought.] I always hold up my end - just depends on you.
[Greed tips his head as his partner runs a line at his throat. His teeth exposed, he merely watches the other. An elbow falls back to the crook of his seat and he opens wide. To the touch, to the prying. An attention he can step to just fine, the homunculus reads it for what it is. If Grit wants to take the plunge, he'll let him.]
[His heel taps back, bringing the curve of his boot upward.] You guarantee it, huh? Ha - ! I like you. [The lips at his neck aren't an unfamiliar sort. Rough, cracked, with a brush of stubble. There's no question to what Grit is and so what. The Sin slouches backward and his head moves aside to give the other all the room in the world.] I'm not interested in selling you off - that's just not my style. But if you want to work that kind of business, just remember: I don't let anyone take what's mine.
That means, my business comes first. [Not to say he wouldn't take care of the other. Far from it. It's merely a warning - if Grit should turn tail and run, if he should decide to bring trouble, Greed won't hesitate to make sure he knows what's what.]
[The opposite is true as well, should anyone be stupid enough to try something. Greed closes one eye and his lips seal to a line.] It's a deal. But first thing's first - [His skull lulls back, forcing Grit to meet him eye to eye.]
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[His walk was slow-paced; making muscle roll, his shoulders sag. To the left and the right as headed for an unmarked door off to the side. A throw of a hand from his shoulder gave the signal and all of those eyes mulled about their business.]
[Leaving him and his would-be guest.]
[Greed threw the door open with a twist of the wrist. The next hallway was small, but well-used. Various booth closed off by curtains drawn and Greed trailed the row. Clicking and clacking as his heels thunked against the floorboards.] Sounds fair enough. Grit then.
[The sounds and conversations coming from the collection of sashed-off rooms didn't bother him. The mutterings between baited breaths and heavier hearts - this was the best way to conduct business, after all. Everyone and anyone usually kept to themselves.]
[It was why he chose the last room on the right. Peeling back a heavy-lined curtain as he slipped into a private booth. A heel went up onto the center table; smacking it with a loud crash as he gestured the other inside.] Why don't you tell me a little about yourself, Grit. Doesn't seem like you're from around here.
[Lips parted. Showing off his set of knives and Greed formed comfortable into the back of the seat. Sprawling arm after arm out, letting his wrists sag on either end. As if he were king of the proverbial castle.]
[Which he was. But first - ] And then maybe you and I can be good friends, hmn?
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Exactly what he's trying to avoid here.
He hears everything, however, and he's quickly questioning if he's made the right decision. He shuts his eyes and lets out a very low sigh, but carries on. There's no where else that would even potentially accept him so it's here as his very last chance.
Hopefully it's the only one he really needs.
They enter the room, and he slowly walks in, still wearing his coat and hat as he makes his way over towards the very private booth. Well well. Almost nice enough to sleep in. He lets out a whistle.] Nice place you got here. I think I could get used to this.
[He moved over to the booth and leaned against it. Sorry, he doesn't want to get caught in any bad deals. Hope you understand. He let's out a smile.] Well, you're right. I ain't from around here, that's for sure. [He lets out a chuckle.] I got myself nice and lost down here one day and it seems like I'm stuck here. And I'm sure you know the track record for a human in this place.
Fact I ain't dead yet is quite impressive.
[He leans forward with a smirk.] You have quite the impressive business here and was wondering if you could take on a human. I'd work for cheap in exchange for room and board. [His legs cross while standing, looking directly into Greed's eyes past his sunglasses.] I'm an easy learner too. I'll make it worth your while.
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[There's a narrow inspection behind his sunglasses. Matched with the fanning out of his too-sharp teeth and Greed rolls his wrist across the outer edge of the table. Exposing his fingers one by one and it's entirely a show. Flashy and flamboyant with him as center stage.]
[As it should and always would be.] So who did you meet? That dim-whit Sloth? Or the hag, Lust? [The Sin tips himself to the side, letting those sunglasses fall just a tad. If the guy knows then those eyes of his should be familiar. Cut with a serpent's flavor and colored an eerie purple. His pupils thin out to needle points only to thicken again when a shadow passes by.]
I think you can figure it out - I'm not like the rest.
[Greed extends a hand outside the curtain before the passerby makes a get away. Snapping his fingers.] The usual. And a Side-Car for our friend here.
[The exchange is sort, sweet, and to the point. The woman only nods, thumbing her finger behind her as she passes on the drink order. Greed slithers his hand back inside, gesturing to the empty space in front of him.] There are plenty of humans here and plenty that just aren't.
I don't really care what you are Grit - as long as you work for me.
[The last word comes on strong. Like a hard brandy; thick, heavy with a buzz at his tongue. He lulls his head back, exposing the length of his throat. Which he runs a finger down in mid-thought.] Ah - [A snap of the thumb brings him back.]
- the name's Greed. It's a pleasure.
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[A show that Grit doesn't find appeal in. He doesn't get dazzled by anything too flashy. Frankly, simple is best with him. Too bad most clueless people don't get it.]
Neither. Although if that lady with the show breasts was Lust... well, she probably does her job right for men who like that. [He wasn't always straight forward himself. But it should be even simple enough for Greed to figure out. He lets out a small chuckle.] No. You're nothin' like anyone else I've met in my life.
[Whether it's good or bad, that's hard to say. Also, he'd like to say what he usually drinks but he imagines that Greed knows best. In that the beer here is probably shit. So he'll take whatever he gets. He leans forward and chuckles.] I'll get along with everyone if they get along with me. [Humming lightly.]
Greed? Sounds appropriate for you.
[Letting out another laugh.]
So... what kind of work would you like me to do then? If you're so kind to take me on as an employee. I'm curious.
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[Still.]
[Greed flashes daggers when Grit starts the name dropping.] She's not one to let anyone go. Not that easily. [But charms only work so much. For men hungry to the appeal - Grit's right: Greed can easily read the fine print.]
[Those charms and tactics won't work if the guy just isn't interested.]
[The homunculus barks, throwing his head violently back with a snap.] Ha - ! Flattery will go you no where, friend. [Weight shifts as Greed throws his ankle over the opposing knee. It's easier to dip forward like this - pressing his face, his hand a bit more into the barrier separating himself from his would-be guest. Light catches in his sunglasses as he leers in. Churning, circling, then gobbled in those inky-black shades.]
Depends on what I need done. [His lips press back together and he coils one inside to wet.] All I need is a little loyalty. Room and board is covered, but - [Index goes sky high before the Sin cocks it at the wrist.]
- you work for me. That means you'll be one of mine. Sure you're still interested?
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Then men fall too easily for her. [He grins and leans forward a bit more, looking right into those shades.] It's too bad she didn't have another form to use. She might have caught me that way. But not everyone can be so smart, right?
[The thing is, if Greed's name were Lust? Easy pickings. There's a heavy sexual tension from Grit's side and if he didn't think it would cause trouble, he would be acting on it right now.] Aww, it won't? Then all my previous plans have been ruined. [He chuckles and moves to sit up on the table a bit more, sliding his hands over to where Greed's body is.]
So long as it's not too hard, I think we can make this work. [The laugh he gave off clearly stated he was joking... right? Sure. Whatever got him in. He reached over and slipped those sunglasses off onto the table to look right into those beady eyes. Getting nice and close into almost a staring contest.]
If you don't sell me out, I'm interested. Just give me some good work to do.
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[Scratch that: no one was so lucky.]
[The tips of his nails skip across the side of his drink. Caressing at the droplets, smearing them to thinner beads. The Sin leans back a bit, his foot bouncing on the cliff-side of a knee. A grin chases his jaw, opening lips to reveal the wet-slick points of his teeth.] Most do. Her charms didn't work then.
[Not that he cares. Greed makes that clear with a shrug of the shoulder.] I don't really give a shit about that. What's good, what's wrong - you humans are so quick to judge. [Though he doubts Grit has a pointer finger ready. To cast opinions, to draw lines. He came all the way here; it'd be pretty stupid to start.]
Oh-? I'm sure we could work something out. [Behind his sunglasses, a reptilian glance flickers. Pinging to the closeness that Grit made all by himself. He whistles, a bit impressed by the sheer blatant disregard, and he unfurls his legs.] Now why the fuck would I sell you out? You came to me, friend.
[Greed doesn't move when fingers grab his shades. He doesn't even flinch when Grit boldly takes them off. His eyes are slits; expanding and retracting to that needy beat of his. To a thirst that's tangible; that's as dry as a desert desperate for a drink.] The question really is -
[A dip has him closer, a breath has him near. With pointed razors ready to bite and nails used to leaving a scratch or two.]
- what can you do for me?
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[But he currently doesn't wish that. At least, not at this moment.] Y'never know with people. One moment they're your friends, kissin' up to you and promising you'll stay friends forever, and the next, they'll send you down the river to get ahead in life. [He taps the table with a fist, sliding completely on it now and swinging around to be right in front of Greed, legs hanging in between his. He slides the drink to the side and runs his hands up into Greed's dark hair.] I'm still figuring you out.
[He breathed down a bit, breath heavy from being close like this and seeing Greed's dark little eyes. He can't connect with them. But he's not here for a connection. He's here to stay alive. But he's also here to gather his own information.]
My job is information gathering. Now, working here, a bartender position might work best...
[But he grins and takes a drink of Greed's booze.]
But... I imagine you don't have any men to service the men like me here. Why don't I do that for you? And take care of what needs to be taken care of, if you catch my drift. It ain't ideal for me, but I guarantee I'll make it work.
[He hopes.]
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[When Grit's practically in his lap, Greed's thighs spread on instinct. No, it's not his first choice. Not when there's plenty of women ready and waiting. But it isn't as if he's about to complain; absolutes. Rights, wrongs - they don't apply to him.]
Information, huh? You'll find that a lot of it passes through here.
[Via a drunken slur or a good tip. Between the whining confessions or something else. Information is a commodity he's got full territory of. And those that know just what really lurks in the south-side of Dublith are quick to bring it.]
[Greed plants his elbows behind him. A gesture that doesn't need any explanation: he doesn't intend to touch - not when the other is so willing to ease into him. To swallow up any sort of comfort and force the door wide open.]
[Instead, he raises an index lazily up.] And eventually, all of that comes back to me. [From Central, from the North. The word of the underworld is quick and easily preyed upon.] You guarantee it, huh? [Finally, he leans forward. Threatening teeth oh-so-close to Grit's throat.]
Hope you can keep that promise. I'm not interested in someone who isn't loyal - or someone who plans on trying to trick me out of what's owed. If that works for you - [His wrist turns, his fingers fan out, and the rest of his sentence falls away with purring hum.]
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[Hey, he may like women but so many guys could say that. And let's face it, he could easily fill that gap where there just wasn't enough. Sure, Greed probably could have anything with any woman but hey, they weren't here. So they weren't currently enough to get Greed to call one in. He runs a finger over his chin.]
Why let it pass through? When there can be a toll on it. Make some more money, Greed.
[He laughed, moving his hand over Greed's leg and moving closer. Not that they could be much closer. They're practically sharing breath at this point as he rubs skin with him. Greed doesn't need to grab and touch, and frankly, he kind of hopes his partner takes a hands off approach to their first time.]
I guarantee it. Or your money back. [He chuckles and moved in... slipping down to his neck to give it a suck, a hand moving down to unzip his pants reaching in to give him a little rip.] And it works. Probably. I'll let you know if I make good money. Deal?
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[Greed tips his head as his partner runs a line at his throat. His teeth exposed, he merely watches the other. An elbow falls back to the crook of his seat and he opens wide. To the touch, to the prying. An attention he can step to just fine, the homunculus reads it for what it is. If Grit wants to take the plunge, he'll let him.]
[His heel taps back, bringing the curve of his boot upward.] You guarantee it, huh? Ha - ! I like you. [The lips at his neck aren't an unfamiliar sort. Rough, cracked, with a brush of stubble. There's no question to what Grit is and so what. The Sin slouches backward and his head moves aside to give the other all the room in the world.] I'm not interested in selling you off - that's just not my style. But if you want to work that kind of business, just remember: I don't let anyone take what's mine.
That means, my business comes first. [Not to say he wouldn't take care of the other. Far from it. It's merely a warning - if Grit should turn tail and run, if he should decide to bring trouble, Greed won't hesitate to make sure he knows what's what.]
[The opposite is true as well, should anyone be stupid enough to try something. Greed closes one eye and his lips seal to a line.] It's a deal. But first thing's first - [His skull lulls back, forcing Grit to meet him eye to eye.]
- why don't you tell me everything you want, hmn?