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[A snap of the jaws, a click of the teeth, and the homunculus lets out a soft laugh; one that seems to slip through that ever-present grin.] Do I need to spell it out for you? [A mock-exhaustion, a roll of the neck, and Greed plants both feet down; whirls them about in opposite directions before tapping once, twice on his glass of scotch.]
A drink, friend. On the house - I don't usually do this sort of thing, so call it a one time offer for the story. [Because there's a whole world out there to claim and conquer; a whole world that has that covetous pit twitching and coiling on itself like a serpent ready to strike. A rattling of sorts that pulses the veins and sends his nature scratching at the surface.]
[But there's a coolness about him when he speaks; the fever merely a simmer under the skin and one that the Sin is far too accompanied with. He flips a hand over.] Whatever you want, but I suppose I need a name first.
[Though, he's in no mood to be rude.] The name's Greed. Now that I've given you mind, the least you could do is return the favor.