He had a one track mind, that's for fucking certain. [Edward resists the urge to correct Greed--even hating the man as he does, he wouldn't call anything his father created 'cobbled-together'--instead taking a very, very private comfort in Greed's reaction and hiding his relieved look behind a fresh swig of the whiskey. He has no intention of telling Greed about what Envy did to him, the blood they share. That's too personal, too close to wounds that still haven't healed. But it looks like he won't need to bother with that should the bastard ever show his face around here.]

[Not that he would be hiding behind the sin or anything, but having backup for a fight never hurt anyone.]

[A frown pulls at his mouth again when Greed mentions Kimbley, eyes narrowing in a smoldering fury held beneath the surface.] I don't know as much about his history with you, only that he went running off to the military as soon as he had the chance. [And the small matter of him turning Alphonse into a ticking time bomb, but this version doesn't seem to have done that yet. Besides, that's not something Greed would necessarily be concerned with, and so long as his little brother doesn't show up it will have to remain a non-issue.]

[When Greed straightens up, for a moment Ed wonders if he said the wrong thing. And then the bellowing laugh, the shaking timber above raining old soot and ashes on their heads shakes any other thought out of his head. Edward's spine snaps ramrod straight when the demon closes back in, all fire and claws and raw intimidation that sets every one of the alarms in his head blaring. But he doesn't back off, staring right back into that burning gaze and baring his teeth in a fierce grin even as beads of sweat roll down his head from the oven-like heat. His pulse beats a swift tempo in his ears, and a few hairs singe away as they brush against the horns that threaten to blister Ed's forehead.]

I haven't belonged to any world in a damn long time. Yeah, I'll take your deal, Greed.