[It's a familiar tune that he's had to dance to on more than one occasion. Greed's smile quips up with Killua's tenacity, his mouth pursing slightly. It isn't in surprise as much as it's intrigue. While manners are a bit lacking, there's no denying that the kid did have a spine on him.]
[An admirable trait.] Yeah, you did. But you already told me you're not interested in working for me. [Greed's voice muffles as he shoves the end of the cigarette into his mouth, letting his horrible daggers fan out across the end. The butt threatens to thread under the pressure, but when he leans into a burning candle nearby, the integrity doesn't matter. A cherry births from the tip and paper coils backwards; eaten alive in silvery wafts of smoke. Greed's smile eases, then he stills.]
[And finally, the can of worms pops open with three, simple words: "...name your price."]
[His lips pull tight, his shoulders stiffen. Oh, if that's not just the worst thing. Tempting to the tempter and the former homunculus' laugh leaks out on the thread-work of an exhale.] Ha - ! You really think you can deliver something like that? Fine then, but remember - a deal's a deal. [Greed's knuckles wrap around the cigarette, prying it wildly from his jaws in a string of blue-ing orange. He taps the side of it, sending a bit of white ash to the floor.] If you can gather information, bring it back here first. Anything of interest - fog god, whatever's going on in town. I want to know about it. I imagine that'll be pretty easy for you.
[While his gaze is still hidden behind his sunglasses, the smoldering red doubles. Showing the ever-expanding slits of his eyes that glow like brimstone to match. They tremble with want as they try to decide whether to expand or retract.] And I'll tell you everything you want to know about demons. The people who made the deal, though - [That's not so common knowledge. Nor does has he confirmed anything.] - I don't know if it's all true, so it's not really worth the time tracking down a dead lead.
[Greed tosses his head to the side, calling someone over. From the back of the bar, nestled deep in one of the couches, another woman slides to attention. Her long dress whispers at her ankles, the silk of it moving in time with her equally-slippery stride. The demon leaves the head of the bar, switching hands with her silently.] Figured we could do this elsewhere. C'mon.
[And with that, Greed heads down one of the hallways. Whatever the bar used to be, it goes off in all sorts of directions. There's a floor above, doors on the right. Other hallways that lead into deep pitches of dark.]
[And everywhere, it seems there's someone or something lingering nearby.]
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[An admirable trait.] Yeah, you did. But you already told me you're not interested in working for me. [Greed's voice muffles as he shoves the end of the cigarette into his mouth, letting his horrible daggers fan out across the end. The butt threatens to thread under the pressure, but when he leans into a burning candle nearby, the integrity doesn't matter. A cherry births from the tip and paper coils backwards; eaten alive in silvery wafts of smoke. Greed's smile eases, then he stills.]
[And finally, the can of worms pops open with three, simple words: "...name your price."]
[His lips pull tight, his shoulders stiffen. Oh, if that's not just the worst thing. Tempting to the tempter and the former homunculus' laugh leaks out on the thread-work of an exhale.] Ha - ! You really think you can deliver something like that? Fine then, but remember - a deal's a deal. [Greed's knuckles wrap around the cigarette, prying it wildly from his jaws in a string of blue-ing orange. He taps the side of it, sending a bit of white ash to the floor.] If you can gather information, bring it back here first. Anything of interest - fog god, whatever's going on in town. I want to know about it. I imagine that'll be pretty easy for you.
[While his gaze is still hidden behind his sunglasses, the smoldering red doubles. Showing the ever-expanding slits of his eyes that glow like brimstone to match. They tremble with want as they try to decide whether to expand or retract.] And I'll tell you everything you want to know about demons. The people who made the deal, though - [That's not so common knowledge. Nor does has he confirmed anything.] - I don't know if it's all true, so it's not really worth the time tracking down a dead lead.
[Greed tosses his head to the side, calling someone over. From the back of the bar, nestled deep in one of the couches, another woman slides to attention. Her long dress whispers at her ankles, the silk of it moving in time with her equally-slippery stride. The demon leaves the head of the bar, switching hands with her silently.] Figured we could do this elsewhere. C'mon.
[And with that, Greed heads down one of the hallways. Whatever the bar used to be, it goes off in all sorts of directions. There's a floor above, doors on the right. Other hallways that lead into deep pitches of dark.]
[And everywhere, it seems there's someone or something lingering nearby.]