Still cleaning up? It must have been an interesting night. Sorry I didn’t drop by, I’ve been training someone outside of the self-defense classes. She has difficulty controlling her power, who better to train her than a control freak?

[ He shoots a smile at his back before he turns around, looking at his reflection in the bottles. Insufferable. ]

Excuses? I admitted you were charming, that is an incredible amount of praise coming from me. But of course you want more, hm? What else should I praise, then? How about your style? Your ability to dazzle a crowd? [ He rests his cheek against his palm and follows him with his eyes, his smile softening a bit. ] They aren’t but the walls have ears and I’d rather not give the demons of my world any ammunition. I’m a private person.

Do you always look out for the children? [ The look he gives him is a playful one, calling him soft without words. But that is one of the reasons he respects him so much, he does care for the little guys. ] I find it hard to believe you’re unable to multitask, but very well. You wouldn’t be anxious, would you? You can’t hurt me and even if you pull the wrong feather, it will grow back.

[ While Greed emerges from the bar he unfurls his wings and stretches them out a bit. They are no worse for the wear save for a few small patches of singed feathers. There are already a few new feathers growing in to replace the ones he has already lost. ]

For now? If you could just help me get rid of the burnt feathers, I would appreciate it. It shouldn’t take much effort to loosen them, they’ve been falling out all day. Our last training session ended on an interesting note. I think I overdid it this week, I woke up feeling like I had just been hit by a bus.

[ Does that mean Mr. Workaholic is going to skip his class tomorrow? Absolutely not. ]