[That prompted a laugh. Yeah, Greed had deserved that, and he appreciated someone with a sharp tongue. Points for the squinty bastard, then. Who, it occurred to him, still hadn't given up a name. Not that Greed had himself, or was in any hurry to.]

Yeah, I can tell. You look challenging. But sometimes I like a challenge.

[Then he said that, though, and it was just close enough on the mark that Greed's eyebrows sprung up. He took another step forward, body almost pressed to Ling's in the process, but not quite. He wanted to ask if he knew this guy, how he'd know to say something like that. But he decided against it. Better to coax it out of him, really.]

Hm. Maybe I can. You got a name? [He flashed another razor-grin.] You're right. I'm greedy, and I like having anything I can get my hands on.

[Then he was reaching out, sliding an arm around Ling's shoulders to pull him closer, just to prove it.]