"You get drunk off one tiny glass of wine. I ain't taking my chances." He grabbed the bottle from her before one sip turned into two and two into four. He shoved her plate of food closer to her. "Eat." At least then all she could complain about was a tummy ache.
At that remark he swatted the back of her head playfully. She was not giving up valuable secrets to his family. This was not the part of Greed they needed to know about. Then it became cute and he became weak. Even if this was Wrath.