For a job, huh? [The Sin echoes back. His body straightens slightly and he shoots an over-the-shoulder glance at his female company. A wordless transaction passes between them; her nodding and him grinning. Showing tooth for tooth, fang for fang in a silent exchange. She leaves the bin where it is, her painted nails touching at the fabric of her collar. She exits with a knowing kind of smirk, disappearing down the next hallway as she gingerly flicks her hair back into place with a throw of her knuckles.]

[Greed watches her go before turning back to present company.] You've got part of it right. I'm not one to turn anyone away, but there are some requirements. [He lifts his head, showing off the blackened length of his throat. The thinly-placed patches of scale slide off in opposite directions - in lengths similar to stretched, irregular rectangles.] Working for me is a little bit different - the name's not just that.

[With the two of them alone, the former homunculus eases a foot forward. Closing gaps and choking off the breathing space; any personal bubbles pushed, prodded, and otherwise popped.] You'd be working for me - I don't really care what you are, what you're becoming. This place isn't for anyone normal and if you've heard, then you already know - I do take care of what's mine - [His voice purrs off, rolling in the backside of his throat as the fork of his tongue rattles against his teeth. Greed's eyebrows push together, shooting up from his sunglasses.]

- that's the deal. I expect some loyalty, after all. Room, board, everything else? That's taken care of. [He inspects like a vulture; teetering over his hips, bending his spine. Every move of him wild, energetic. Yet lazy, sleazy: at ease.] First thing's first -

[One claw extends, the crook of it tapping against the other's shoulder lightly. His lips push together and from behind him, his tail idly coils and retracts. Similar to a feline that's just happened on a curious thing.] - what's your name?