A kiss? Greed's jaw clenched back and forth as if he didn't stand a few feet under this guy. He watched with dangerous eyes the display that he was certain the tree did just for his benefit. He didn't like it.
He pulled his shirt on that hung over the couch, followed by his jeans after throwing off his flip flops. If he threw one at the tree's head would it feel like a rubber band slapping him on the arm? He was ready to take that pizza and Zoe thrown over his shoulder and bolt.
Greed threw that fake self back on with a huff. "Like mushrooms and pineapple?" he gave a very convincing smile, but it was dripping with dislike.