[An odd kind of stillness takes hold of him as he watches her speak. Still tipping over his hips, Greed's mouth presses with hooked interest. The tail behind him churns slower, finally freezing in a point-posed position. The pierced string of coins hooked into the tip trill to a stop, the jewelry wafting with the last throes of momentum.] Justine, huh? It's a pleasure.
[A pleasure indeed and while most would be more apt to hide their intentions, Greed isn't. The want on his features sketches into every tick of his eyebrow, every pull of his lip. His shoulders sag and the white fur at his neck slides to caress the backside of skull. A midnight lover's touch; ginger, wafting. Ghostly.] I'm sure you aren't, but don't mistake me for something I'm just not lovely. I'm not about to force you to do anything, if that isn't what you want. Even I have some standards. [From behind his sunglasses, the faintest touch of red glimmers. The glow spirals behind thick panes of black, shining off to chase the metal keeping the pair together. There one moment, gone the next. Whether that's a trick of the light or something else - ]
[Her hand comes out and Greed's face falls for a split second at the comment: "But don't mistake loyalty for subservience - " Everything else falls on deaf ears and the Sin's head violently sways backward with a resounding snap. His jaws open wide and a bark of laughter thunders through the bar. The exposure of his throat shows off blistering fingers of warm heat that brighten gold with the onslaught. After a moment or two, Greed calms and his laughter cools. Until he's slick again, smooth. A right criminal and his head falls forward, his boot sways out with an anchored heel.]
You've got it all wrong, sweet-heart. The people here are mine, sure. But that doesn't mean I expect something like that - [A flash of movement behind his shades has him looking at the hand outstretched in front of him. Greed opens up his own in return, gesturing to the air between them.] - I do count myself as fair and if I wanted something like that, I wouldn't be much different from him. No - [His arm falls boneless to his side, his other palm fastened around the small of his torso.] - I'm not keen on that and I've always been a fan of choice. Even here - I've been doing this for a long time, but that hasn't changed.
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[A pleasure indeed and while most would be more apt to hide their intentions, Greed isn't. The want on his features sketches into every tick of his eyebrow, every pull of his lip. His shoulders sag and the white fur at his neck slides to caress the backside of skull. A midnight lover's touch; ginger, wafting. Ghostly.] I'm sure you aren't, but don't mistake me for something I'm just not lovely. I'm not about to force you to do anything, if that isn't what you want. Even I have some standards. [From behind his sunglasses, the faintest touch of red glimmers. The glow spirals behind thick panes of black, shining off to chase the metal keeping the pair together. There one moment, gone the next. Whether that's a trick of the light or something else - ]
[Her hand comes out and Greed's face falls for a split second at the comment: "But don't mistake loyalty for subservience - " Everything else falls on deaf ears and the Sin's head violently sways backward with a resounding snap. His jaws open wide and a bark of laughter thunders through the bar. The exposure of his throat shows off blistering fingers of warm heat that brighten gold with the onslaught. After a moment or two, Greed calms and his laughter cools. Until he's slick again, smooth. A right criminal and his head falls forward, his boot sways out with an anchored heel.]
You've got it all wrong, sweet-heart. The people here are mine, sure. But that doesn't mean I expect something like that - [A flash of movement behind his shades has him looking at the hand outstretched in front of him. Greed opens up his own in return, gesturing to the air between them.] - I do count myself as fair and if I wanted something like that, I wouldn't be much different from him. No - [His arm falls boneless to his side, his other palm fastened around the small of his torso.] - I'm not keen on that and I've always been a fan of choice. Even here - I've been doing this for a long time, but that hasn't changed.