[Well, wasn't that just the cutest little blush. It wasn't what Greed had expected, but he'd take it, and his grin widened. His fingers dropped from the blonde's face, but only to skim down the line of his throat, tugging a little at his shirt, not trying so blatantly to remove it, yet, but just keeping constant contact.

And oh, what a bad idea that was. Offering someone like Greed anything was always a risky proposition, because he wanted everything. His name was as descriptive and appropriate as it could possibly be.]

Excellent.

[As Olivier leaned in, Greed took a step closer, making it so there was so little space between the two of them. His hand move to his face again, this time holding him, fingers curling behind his jaw, thumb guiding and holding his face up so their eyes can meet properly. Greed leans down, breath hot and gaze hungry.]

I want you. I want your whole body, to do what I want with. That's my prize, kid, if you're bold enough to give it.