[She peels his sunglasses off his face, and all the Sin can do is laugh. Laugh that short, hot, gas-line laugh that rolls off his teeth like fog trapped behind glass. He can't deny he's enjoying himself, and it shows. His eyes go heavy under the music's pound, but it's her, all of her, that has his attention.]

[The Sin moves to press all of his chest up against her back and his lips talk into the curve of her ear.] For everything? That's a tall order - [He teases his teeth along her skin with a light nip. No need to draw blood and ruin the whole thing; his has enough years under his belt to know that. Even when she eggs him on, dragging her nails along the back of his neck, he keeps the pace level. Beat for beat, pass for pass, if only to savor the moment.]

[And aren't the best things in the life, the most expensive things, worth being savored?]

[Greed shoves his nose into the point where her collar dips and her shoulder starts as he tries to sway her in the opposite direction.] Yeah? I'll keep that in mind - [And then he breaks their embrace - cutting it off and unraveling it like a string pulling, pulling, pulling - ]

[When he gets them facing each other again, his knuckles find the midpoint of her spine and slowly begin to descend it, counting her bones like dollars.] Let me answer that question first. [He pauses a little lower down and rolls his finger, trying to ease any tension (though he doubts there will be much).] The price for you is just this. You taking whatever you want, no strings, no questions. I want to see it all, lovely. You already know, I'm a pretty selfish guy.

[Across another bone he goes, and his hand spreads out to try to press her close. A crocodile's loving embrace.] And after we're done, that's up to you. If I disappointed, you get a free drink and the eyes of anyone in here. If I didn't and our friends that run the place decide to keep you around, give me a call. [Greed's eyes tick open, the slits of them turning to saucers.] Either way, it doesn't matter to me.