Lust would have kept poking him with a hot iron. Or sexed him up to deter his thoughts. She may have even held him but with an iron grip and fed him all sorts of lies. Zoe's honesty was always so raw, it jolted him when she embraced him. He squeezed her tight. "Why can't I keep anything without everyone trying to take it away?" He mumbled against her ear in a fit of tears because Greed was as needy as that fat, pudgy baby. He was built to have and want and need. For some reason people had started to forget that.