[As soon as Fizz takes the cigarette, the Sin pulls his hand away, letting the fumes drift in between his fingers like ribbons.] Like I said, don't mention it. Looked to me like you could use it. [The smoke in his mouth bobs while he talks; the burnt-orange tip swaying and dipping to the mercy of his teeth. He doesn't miss the censoring part, but the imp's slight wince is enough of a tell that keeping his mouth shut on the matter is probably best.]

[Greed inhales, dragging a fresh burn deep into his chest.] Hmn? [A hint of surprise touches his face, only to be broken apart again when he suddenly leans over with a barking laugh.] Not very subtle, was she? But you're right - I'm Greed. [He wraps two of his four hands between the bottom of his ribcage and the top of his hips and settles them there.] Gunna guess you're from that other Hell then, right? A couple of people here have mentioned it before -

[And while avarice can be wild, insane is a little much, even for him. Sure, he's got a hunger that's never quite satisfied, but there are certain rules. Certain lines, certain bridges, even he won't cross.]

[Greed rolls one of his feet forward to lift his heel off the concrete.] The Greed you know sounds like he doesn't get it at all if that's what you think of him. [There's a bite to his words - his smile coy, yet daring.] Glad to hear I haven't left that kind of impression yet. Would hate for someone to get the wrong idea about me.

[He pauses to pull his cigarette from his mouth and with a soft flick of his thumb, he ashes it in a nearby puddle.] You already know my name, though. Think you can tell me yours?