[A thumb traces the curve of her wrist as Greed nestles his fingers in her own; twists them up, but without so much as a sliver of pressure.]
[After all, he's not interested in harming a woman.]
[Clipping of heels sends him back-tracking towards the dance floor and the other hand races around. He gently places the pads of his fingers at her hip and guides her with a three-step motion.]
Haven't seen you before, but you can say I'm a little new here. [And that dripping in his voice, that unrelenting want is present. Always is. A spark of a core that twists and coils deep inside.]
[Eyes go half lidded; wild-purples sunk into that wolf-mask.] Been here long, lovely?