A sly sort of expression suddenly simmers on his face. It cooks into his features as fuming as a coal. Something sly, sharp, and the Sin's eyes momentarily flare wide before settling in again; like a predator's eye shrinking, just shrinking, down to its very point. "Oh? Is that so," Greed traces his lip with his tongue. "Well, I can't say I'd deny them. The name is Greed after all. Wouldn't be right if I did."

What regular people do and oh, isn't he the complete opposite. Never regular, never normal, never natural. The homunculus stretches his neck to dip his chin and shoulders down a bit - his snide smile small, yet no less sharp. "Sorry, never been part of that crowd. Always been a fan of the other. People, those that can't live a normal kind of life. Guess you could say I've made it a bit of a point."

But now, she's leaning in. Curiosity, interest: he knows the look. Feels it. The need to know, the want. Greed sways a bit to meet her, forcing him at a slight, right-slanting tilt. "I wouldn't say that. More I wasn't expecting it. My body's not too different than most people, but it does have a few perks." He tightens his fingers and wiggles them, making the bones crrt and ccnht.

"As for that other thing, no. Haven't run into any spirits yet. I just arrived."