"Bingo."

Because there was unfinished business; dregs left behind with Rapture's untimely demise and it had left him with the same old tune. The desire for more was like a thirst unquenched.

And for avarice-incarnate, he had his eyes set on a right prize.

Still, he smiled. Sickeningly sweet and appreciative all the same. They were his; time and the walls that hid them made no exception to the fact. Loyalty still held bare and the Sin arched his shoulders. "I never did get what I wanted out of that little pissant from before."

It was a subconscious action. The writhing core in him striking to the tune of his nature and it made fingers dig into the wood frame of the exit. Etched nails there to make shoulders sag. To display a demeanor of laziness that was an entire farce and Greed tongued his teeth. Slid flesh against sharp points at the mere thought of it.

Because Rapture had given him a thousand promises; a thousand crowns to kingdoms wide open and it only made him hunger for it.

For everything this world and the next had to offer.

But he shrugged off the coming fever. Slowly peeled open his jaws as eyebrows coiled up above his shades.

"No - not interested in that. Found something a little easier to deal with, considering that our pissant of a friend has a good knack of causing a bit of a scene," a little jab at Vegeta's good graces and Greed pulled himself away from the frame. Yanked himself heel-over-heel up the rickety set of stairs.

"That is, assuming one of you doesn't mind driving."