[A flutter fishtails behind his sunglasses, red, slippery, and as smooth as an eel in muck. Greed squints his mouth and the whiskers on his cheeks blossom out.] Is that so. Ha - ! Well, I appreciate the free advertising, friend. But now it sounds like I owe you, don't I?
[The rumble in his chest is so deep, so low, it's almost hard to make out. Like a bass tone pitched to just the right frequency, it shows itself in the rattle of his necklaces as they quiver and shake about his neck. The Sin reaches for a half-empty glass to run his finger along the rim.] Speaking of which - why don't we give it a try, hmn? This collar thing. That is, if you're up to it. Something simple.
[The tail at his back loops upward, and the rings around it collapse together. Tck, tck, tck.] See, I'm a big fan of choice, Maurice. Even when it comes to those who work for me, I won't force them to do something they're not interested in. [He continues feeling out the rim of the glass, putting it to his finger's memory.] Sure, they have jobs to do - it's what I pay 'em for. But if I made them do something they didn't want, that'd make me a bit of a hypocrite now, wouldn't it? So, we'll start with something small.
[The former homunculus leans in then, pressing his weight atop the glass and holding it on the point of his nail so sure, so tense, that it whines back with a protest, pathetic and shrill.] Why don't you tell me something you want. Something you really want. And in exchange? [He playfully tilts his head.]
I'll let you ask me to do one thing. [He raises his finger off the glass.] And we'll see if this rumor of ours is any true. A pretty fair deal, don't ya think?
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[The rumble in his chest is so deep, so low, it's almost hard to make out. Like a bass tone pitched to just the right frequency, it shows itself in the rattle of his necklaces as they quiver and shake about his neck. The Sin reaches for a half-empty glass to run his finger along the rim.] Speaking of which - why don't we give it a try, hmn? This collar thing. That is, if you're up to it. Something simple.
[The tail at his back loops upward, and the rings around it collapse together. Tck, tck, tck.] See, I'm a big fan of choice, Maurice. Even when it comes to those who work for me, I won't force them to do something they're not interested in. [He continues feeling out the rim of the glass, putting it to his finger's memory.] Sure, they have jobs to do - it's what I pay 'em for. But if I made them do something they didn't want, that'd make me a bit of a hypocrite now, wouldn't it? So, we'll start with something small.
[The former homunculus leans in then, pressing his weight atop the glass and holding it on the point of his nail so sure, so tense, that it whines back with a protest, pathetic and shrill.] Why don't you tell me something you want. Something you really want. And in exchange? [He playfully tilts his head.]
I'll let you ask me to do one thing. [He raises his finger off the glass.] And we'll see if this rumor of ours is any true. A pretty fair deal, don't ya think?