Digger had been best friends with a guy for the last few years that was a master at playing faces. So, had she been faking for him he wouldn't have known, he was far too into embarrassing himself than worrying about what she thought of him. It was the only way he was going to get out of this without feeling like shit. "Well that creative. I like it."
"So, your mom's a sin huh?" He was still relatively new to all this. At the moment he'd forgotten which one she was kin to. Greed had been so vocal about having a niece, that he'd forgotten which one he said she was, if he'd said at all. Greed had a habit of talking about himself nonstop. "Which one I"m sorry. Greed talks so damn much all at once, I kind of forgot." Shit, shit, shit!