[It's the first time since their initial conversation that the Alchemist flashes an ol'familiar look. A determination that glitters like gold, that comes to challenge him with each step he takes. He's seen the expression before - in Dublith, before. Edward Elric has never been the shy sort and when it finally comes to pass, the Sin meets the look head on. His head lowers just to a tad closer as he does, inspecting with a pursed kind of interest. Whatever has happened to the elder Elric, at least this?]
[It's known territory.] Wasn't really around when you two met, sorry. [What he means, he won't elaborate. But the insinuation is there - hidden just under the surface, the fine print in a nasty contract. Greed's thumbs slip through the belt loops on his pants, allowing his claws to spread. Like a spider feeling out its surroundings, his knuckles bend, the tips skitter. Tap-tap-tapping off the sides of his thighs in a rhythmic procession.] He was. Didn't really have much to say, really. I only saw him once or twice. But then again, he mostly stayed in Bavan. Tends to be the destination for most when they get here. [Which is an implication all in itself - that Bavan has something more to offer. A sense of normalcy, structure.]
[It should be no wonder why the cardinal Sin in question chose the latter. Vandare's far more similar to Dublith. A lower point with plenty of places to crawl and slither into.]
[Greed knocks back his heel, swaying the dramatic tip of his boot up and out.] Why don't you tell me exactly what you remember. And in exchange - [The age-old mantra. He holds it out, baiting his words with a shallow purr that spits the charcoal-slick at his throat once more. Gold coaxes, bringing a loathsome glow to highlight the under part of his chin. He shifts his weight, teetering to the side in a half-drawn semi circle as he rounds the other. Like this, he's got the look of a vulture on the prowl. Circling and circling for the right opportunity.] - I'll tell you what I know. Equivalent exchange, right? [The length of his tail trails behind him, brushing across the floor in a wide sweep. The barbed end flicks casually in the process, swaying in the same molasses-slow motion that's both deceptive and entirely him.]
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[It's known territory.] Wasn't really around when you two met, sorry. [What he means, he won't elaborate. But the insinuation is there - hidden just under the surface, the fine print in a nasty contract. Greed's thumbs slip through the belt loops on his pants, allowing his claws to spread. Like a spider feeling out its surroundings, his knuckles bend, the tips skitter. Tap-tap-tapping off the sides of his thighs in a rhythmic procession.] He was. Didn't really have much to say, really. I only saw him once or twice. But then again, he mostly stayed in Bavan. Tends to be the destination for most when they get here. [Which is an implication all in itself - that Bavan has something more to offer. A sense of normalcy, structure.]
[It should be no wonder why the cardinal Sin in question chose the latter. Vandare's far more similar to Dublith. A lower point with plenty of places to crawl and slither into.]
[Greed knocks back his heel, swaying the dramatic tip of his boot up and out.] Why don't you tell me exactly what you remember. And in exchange - [The age-old mantra. He holds it out, baiting his words with a shallow purr that spits the charcoal-slick at his throat once more. Gold coaxes, bringing a loathsome glow to highlight the under part of his chin. He shifts his weight, teetering to the side in a half-drawn semi circle as he rounds the other. Like this, he's got the look of a vulture on the prowl. Circling and circling for the right opportunity.] - I'll tell you what I know. Equivalent exchange, right? [The length of his tail trails behind him, brushing across the floor in a wide sweep. The barbed end flicks casually in the process, swaying in the same molasses-slow motion that's both deceptive and entirely him.]