Greed's grip tightened and broke Kimbley's skin at the slight, but he didn't satisfy the man with an answer. After all, he'd let himself be killed by the Elric kid, which was a damn sight bette than being re-sealed by Dante, and he didn't see anything wrong with enjoying life, even if life sometimes bit back.

That last thought, along with the bomber's attitude, reminded him how easy in both fighting skills and conscience it would be to kill the bastard, and he wondered if he really wanted to share that satisfaction with the colonel. So invested was the homunculus in his conflicted thoughts, in fact, that he didn't notice Kimbley's moving hand, and he merely grunted in response to the alchemist's retorts.

"We might not be going far if you keep that up."