[The other follows like a ghost in trail. His footsteps match the other, covering them up with the same heel-to-toe waltz that's ingrained in them both. A gust of wind catches under feet, breathing a high-pitched swirl to pick up small bits of ice in their wake. The kids don't gather his attention, either. Another world, but more of the same.]

[Humans could sometimes be more predictable.] Ah, right - [Greed answers from behind, his tone a bit more appreciative. A little distant. However, that smile of his is clear; the wet-sheen of deadly-daggers pulling wide behind the other. The Prince - it isn't a surprise that somewhere, somehow, he showed up.] - guess you wouldn't have recognized him. We were sharing a face back then. The little pissant was impressive, I can tell you that. Taking me on. [But the Sin goes quiet as they come up to the place. He stops short of the other, a whistle of surprise tipping on his tongue.]

[It isn't his, it isn't much, but it isn't unimpressive either.]

[Greed follows the beckoning, eyebrows pressed together with a half-sarcastic expression. Demanding - they both are to different degrees. Inside, the house is a little more surprising. A bit more, well. Unexpected. The creatures sprawling over the furniture earn a hum of surprise, but not much else. Instead, Greed extends his hand - hovering over the head of coiled-up reptile, yet not touching. Just there one moment and gone the next. He tips over from the hip, letting his spine twist in a crooked fashion.]

That's a stupid question. You should know already. [It's a playful gesture without malice. Not even an inkling to it. No - his counterpart might be different, but they're both him. Them.]

[And sometimes, fate's just a little funny that way.] Scotch on the rocks. Unless you don't have that here.