She met Greed's eyes head on when he pulled back a bit, letting him know that that particular route was not open for negotiation. Not arguing, only stating a plain fact.
"I'm sorry if it upsets you, for that is not my intention. Nor is it to hurt you, Greed, but I cannot just do as you're asking of me." One hand tentatively released it's grip on her brother's shirt in order to reach up between them and cup his face, her fingers gently brushing against his cheek. "There was no time before to tell you, this isn't something I'd break over the telephone. Obviously Des knows, our doctor obviously, but you're the only other person I've told since Des. Asmodeus knew the first time the bastard laid hands on me, and he's already tried starting things by telling Pride. I'd hoped I wasn't too late with you, not that it's the best news to offer, but you needed to know."