"Charred and extra crispy right?" it seemed to be Lucy's calling card. Greed felt Satan's eyes on him, a snake coiled and ready to strike in the most polite way possible. "Just going to boil me or poke me with flames?" Lame. If he went down at least make it exciting.
"What's wrong with red? It's a nice color." He patted the seat, pushing his hand into the cushion, testing it's firmness.