"You're one to talk like you're better than me, psycho." Greed sneered, taking a step towards the man and grabbing the front of his shirt for emphasis. "At least I don't kill and backstab for fun."

And as Greed looked into the man's yellow eyes, he knew nothing about that truth would change in this place, even if Kimbley might prove himself useful. The homunculus found it weird, maybe even downright disturbing, that he was still considering teaming up an option, but he was pretty damn desperate for allies, and... shit, Roy. He'd almost forgotten, though if he played his cards right, he'd come with a prize.

Greed growled and moved his grip to Kimbley's shoulder, where he dug his claws in.

"You're coming with me."