Teddybear

Greed rolled their eyes. James had apparently lost interest in getting his phone back. They signaled the barkeep for, what was this, their eighth drink? Their ninth? It hardly mattered. ...

Greed's gaze followed Amoku even as they answered James. "Any information on these people I can get easily on my own. I hardly need your help with that."

Greed placed their cup back on the bar and leaned forward on their elbows. "What sort of information do you think I want?"

"You have until I finish this," Greed held up the drink the bartender had slid in front of them. It was a shame, really. It was almost a full pint, ...

"Well, just a regular deal, with the added bonus that if you fail to keep your end, your soul is forfeit." Greed signaled for yet another drink. Hopefully this one ...

Greed sat down at the bar and considered it. They hadn't been begged for anything in a long time. Not since their deal-making days. Though, technically, their deal-making days weren't ...

Greed didn't answer that, just chuckled and shook their head. "You're welcome for not letting you choke on your own tongue. Have a nice life." Greed took out the phone ...

"I was serious about that one, darling. I'm what a few dimensions refer to as a demon. Can't break my word, even if I want to. But yes, go on, ...

"Ooo, it's confidential ," Greed rolled their eyes, "What if I promise to keep a secret?"

Greed snickered. "Sure. And what might those other reasons be?"

"Trying to figure out how dimensions work, hm, pretty boy?" Greed asked, straightening.

Greed rolled their eyes and leaned back on their heels. "Absolutely not."

Greed glared. "Very funny."

"Waltz off to Hell," Greed said with a sarcastic grin and went back to tending to the man on the floor.

"Those things are entirely unrelated," Greed said tersely. It was just a...habit. Sloth's endless rambling rubbing off on Greed. Earworm words telling Greed to let the silly little time-dwellers live.