[ Greed gets left on read for the duration of the time it takes Michael to fulfill his previous obligations. A full ten minutes later and, surprisingly, Michael doesn’t appear. It takes an extra five minutes for him to get to him. The reason is evident the moment he walks in the door, his movements are stiff.

True to his usual natural, he turns a smile on the Sin’s back the second he sees him, folding his arms across his chest. His wings aren’t out, something he’s started to do a lot when he descends the elevator. Better to blend in even if Nobunaga is no longer here to hound the angels for their audacity. ]

Truly insufferable, remind me again why I put up with you? And leave anything that happens behind closed doors out of it. I’m just going to chalk you keeping me on my toes up to part of your charm.

[ Michael crosses the room and takes a seat on one of the stools, testing for stickiness on the bar top before he folds his arms over it. This is a new suit, he had to replace his other favorite one because someone felt the need to take their claws to it. Not that he was complaining at the time, or now. He felt that night for a day or two after, something he probably reprimanded the former homunculus for at some point. He did warn him, however, and Greed has never lied to him. ]

So, tell me more about your charge.

[ He doesn’t say anything about the apology, the somewhat self-satisfied look on his face should be enough. ]