The image in Greed's head was this zombie Lust grunting and collapsing at his feet. Green eyes, goo, a bloated mess. He'd already wrapped his mind around this image that Satan had painted with just a few words. To his relief when he showed up with the heels he'd ganked weeks ago, Lust was not a rotting corpse.
He covered his face with black shades, hiding what humanity was left burrowing inside him. Lust might be able to sniff it out, but he'd hold her off a little while with his party favors. He held out his arms as he walked into Satan's pad. "Sorry, I didn't know your size," he said smiling at Satan, throwing a white grin.