[A snap of his fingers sends that coy look back and Greed slouches just to the side of his counterpart.] That's right - nothing in this world or the next is free, friend. Glad to hear that you know exactly how this works. [The butt-ends of his palms press at the base of his hips, his fingers splaying out behind him to sink into the lip of his leathers. The Sin follows the exit line with his jaw, pointing it out with a toss of the chin.]

[But he doesn't wait for the other to follow.]

[One heel follows the next, slicing over in a practiced-waltz. He trails the line of the bar, his eyes falling over the growing collection of patrons. This time, he earns a glance or two back, the expressions subtle and wary. Greed only offers a shrug in return - as his body sways, moving with the bars own rhythm while he easily avoids any on coming traffic.]

[The sun's beginning to sink outside and when he nudges the door open, a cool beat of air whistles through the joint. Four days - he only has four days before all of this is null and void.]

[Better to make the stay worth it.]

[Greed exits, taking the stairs with little heed of the ice that's starting to crystallize. Snow shimmers in his path, flitting away like light dust. Its color turns a chilled-blue as night creeps on in and Greed pauses at the foot of the stairs.]

[There's still one thing they should probably get out of the way:] Any of the rest here, or is it just you?