[But he tosses his wrist on the other side, his bands jangling like a preacher-man blessing an unholy church. It's gone, then. That brief moment of anger, that threatening tone of his. When Greed talks again, it's with the same sultry-simmer. Purred out and his shoulders hit hollow wood with a thunk.]

Oi, oi, oi - what's gotten into you? It's not like I had much of a choice. [Which is sour enough as is. And while he remembers pieces - a nice car, a good long drive, and maybe some spiders with too many teeth - it hadn't been all the bad.]

[Plus, he finally found a place worth taking a souvenir or two.]

[Something spins. Slowly, churning and churning until it gives way and there's a sound of guzzling on the other side of the line. Thick, heavy. As if he just can't get enough - ]

[Pop.] Ah- [Greed's groan is wanton. Heavy thick with his constant desire, his need, and all transactions are briefly forgotten.] - as long as you didn't do anything, we're fine, friend.

Just remember who you work for. Wouldn't want to have to make things difficult, right?