[It doesn't matter, does it? In the end. They're close enough, and that's what matters to him. After what he's heard, Greed had been expecting something else. He stretches his arms out in front of him carefully, cracking the bones in his knuckles.]

We're interesting, you and I. Two sides of the same coin, I'd wager. We weren't made the same, but small things like that don't matter in the grand scheme of things.

[He takes the drink carefully, smiling to show off the row of dagger-like teeth.]

I've found there's quite a lot here I like to drink. I'm not picky, as long as it's not too sweet. This place-- I've found it's slowed me down a little.

[But that's not important, not really. Not when there's so many questions Greed has to ask, so much he'd like to know.]

What's your story, if you don't mind my asking? I'm more than willing to return the favor, should you tell.