He tightened up on his lips so they were nothing more than a thin sliver as he shook his head violently. He was struggling because if he didn't say anything Lust would throw him out and he couldn't handle her rejection a third time.
She was going to hate him, she was going to be furious. No different than a mother who had to scold their child for dragging dirt through the house....and Greed had a lot of dirt. Patience was already involved here, which could be bad---but Sloth had taken care of that temporarily.
Greed loosened his lips feeling defeated because in the end Lust had to know. "A girl..." he squeaked, saying it fast as if that dulled down the importance of this. The girl didn't have a name yet, Lust had never seen her, but she would dig for it to get him to spit it all out.