It was impressive, really, how Raum could hold her poise and elegance while her mouth continued to pour out the filth that Greed knew her - well, him - best for along with the threats that shot out like an automatic.
The Sin wasn't quite ready to introduce the lady on his arm as someone that most of Hell's attendees tonight would recognize. Too early, and he was no fool to attract Satan's attentions so easily when their last conversation was not one quite as pleasant as the Sin had quickly learned. To have the Duke being plucked from his hands would be the last thing he would want, especially since Greed had already twisted the terms to last for seven days, blaming Raum's uncouth mouth, of course.
"I certainly hope you do remember this. I didn't doll you all up for laughs only, Raum." Greed plucked a flute of champagne off of a server's passing tray, quick to indulge himself in the sharp taste of alcohol to start off the night. "And you only have your mouth to thank for the color change."