Greed walked out of his office, but didn't approach Envy immediately, taking his time in mixing up a nice stiff drink, something comparable to having one's brains smashed by a lemon-wrapped gold brick. It was a tricky process, and after the tooth was sufficiently dissolved, he sprinkled in some Zamphour and topped it off with an olive.
He studied the exotic, and rather extraordinarily potent beverage as he casually propped an elbow on the bar, and only then did he finally turn his head to look at Envy over the rims of his sunglasses.