[Greed's eyebrows hitch up a tick. If he's about to say anything about well, anything, he doesn't. Instead, he looks on, smarmy all the same, as he begins to put together the drink.]

It's not a bad one, if that's what you're worried about. Little less harsh than some of the other stuff I stock. [He flicks cube after cube into the shaker. Dnk, dnk, dnk. He's already noticed the collar, so with a single finger, he touches his own, yanking the metal loop at the front taut with his nail.]

You too, huh? Gotta admit, this place does keep things interesting. [When he drops the metal, it claps back against all the spikes like a church bell reversed.] There's a rumor going around that it makes you follow orders. Heard anything about that yet?

[Because oh, oh, oh, if that's what it really takes? He'll gladly bite the person that feeds him.]