Greed sat back in his chair as Dorchette moved aside to let Delilah into his office. He wondered what she wanted, and he could ignore the death warmed over appearance since her alternate proved she was truly a lovely lady when in good health, but he wondered what kind of consoling he could give a grieving widow when she looked fragile enough for the fun kind of consoling to snap her like a twig.
Le sigh.
Nevertheless, he stood and captured her hand with a kiss and a leer. "I always have time for the pretty ladies," he said, then added, "the pretty men too. Have a seat, and tell me your troubles. I have plenty of suggestions for forgetting them."