Relaxing in his bar is a decent pastime, by all definition. Not as thrilling as a fight, but it has its perks. There's always enough to drink, money to count and people to meet, after all. Lately, there's you.

Sitting in the far end of the bar, or tucked away in some booth every other weekend. Every time Greed thinks to make a move - you're gone by the time he turns around. Not today, though. All this work will just make the payoff better in the end.

As soon as you're sat, he's casually making his way over to you with your signature drink —like he hasn't been watching you the last few times you were here and picked up your favorite drink from that— leaning on the side of the booth as he'd slide it on the table.

"You liking my bar so far? Couldn't help notice you walking in, pretty."