Well that was just stupid, Gluttony thought. "For freeing her of her handcuffs and letting her clean me up? Really? You're such a fucking baby," he said, gulping down his third drink. He didn't even feel anything. He could do this all night. And thus he ordered his forth.
He glanced at Greed and made a face, "It's called exercise, moron. the term gluttony isn't associated with only consuming vast amounts of food anymore. Anytime I start something, no matter what it is, I can't get enough. Food, booze, women, exercise, you name it. I just keep going and going and going and going." If Greed didn't get that he was a dumbass. He had never even been that big to begin with. That was a misconception and it pissed him off that people kept thinking he should be a fat ass.
Gluttony had just gotten his next drink and snorted a little when Greed asked his question. GAH IT BURNS! He snagged a napkin and wiped himself. "Fuck, no. That's just what he told her. To make her not realize we kidnapped her to sell her off to some rich jackass. Come on, Greed, you've gotta keep up." He snapped his fingers quickly.