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[trickster_mk2]

[Gabriel's not exactly glowing, that would be weird. But there's something different about him, something that's a little brighter and hell, he feels good. more alive than he's felt since he got here, maybe even before then. Maybe he had to loose it before he realised how much his Grace meant to him

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[nestingdevil]

Humans, huh? And they don't hunt you down. [He points at Gabriel, throws his finger up and down his body.] I know the type - sorta. Most humans were afraid of my kind, though they had their reasons. Me? I don't really care. Humans will be humans and some are better than others. [Unlike his kin, he wants no ill will towards humans. They're just another thing he wants - some, to rule. Others, well. Greed of the flesh is another thing entirely.] I like a good hustler - had one or two back in the day. Bring 'em by next time, will ya? I'll make it worth the trouble. Even without the show, I'm sure I can offer something that would make them want to come on by.

[Because Greed likes a full bar and these Winchesters - well, he's interested. A sharp-shooter and a pool hustler sound right up his alley. But he shrugs and crosses one leg over the other, bouncing his heel. His boots are incredibly pointed and they tap against the frame of the bar rhythmically.] I'm all about temptation, Gabriel. It's kind of my thing. [He loves the guy, really. Reminds him of things lost back home. Fills a spot in his core that's been burning for a long time now.]

Well, impress me, my holy friend and I will take the plunge. [It'd be better with a few gals, really. Greed hasn't had a warm woman in a bit, but he'll take the friendship over it for now.] Looks like you have a few talents on your own - you should be proud of that. If I ever need another 'tender, well - [Greed's grin is wide and spectacular. And lord, does he hold a bunch of promises within those sharp teeth.] - room and board is free and I take care of my own. The 'Nest needs a new gang.

[He leans in as Gabriel does his work and he locks eyes with the angel. He holds his gaze there.]

[trickster_mk2]

These ones? They hunted me down. Wasn't exactly... myself back then. Well, this version of myself. Thought they'd killed me, let them go on thinking that. It was entertaining, for a while. [He shrugs. The Winchesters were fun, until fun went out of the window and it was all serious business.] The one that's here, he likes a drink. Too much, really. I'll see if he wants to come along. No promises. He does what he wants, always has done, always will. [Besides, Gabriel has a pretty strong feeling that Dean will instantly reject anywhere Gabriel tries to take him, and he's not just going to Snap him here. Building trust, etc.

Gabriel grins, screwing the shaker lid on tight and making a show of that too. He saw it in a bar in New York once, and that's enough for an Angel of the Lord to copy it.] I guess it's pretty much your area of expertise? [Although yes, he can recall Luci too, with that bright grin and bright eyes and the easy mannerisms and yes, temptation was his forte too.

The shaker is tossed into the air, turning once, twice, three times before Gabriel catches it in one hand, uncapping it and pouring out the red, almost cooper-red liquid over the crushed ice in the glasses, passing one over.] I have innumerable talents. Honestly.

[He doesn't break that gaze, taking a swallow from the glass.] It's called Gin and Sin. I thought it was appropriate.

...And it's a good offer. I'll bear it in mind. But I don't think I can accept. It's not just me. And we're pretty... settled now. She's had enough upheaval.

[nestingdevil]

I understand - just figured I'd extend the invitation. [The shaker spins and Greed watches it like a cat. His body seems to twitch. The tumbler falls into Gabriel's hands and Greed's all but ready for that drink. He's got a body that can actually feel the weight of booze, so he'll enjoy it while it lasts.] Pretty much is and I'm not ashamed to admit it.

[Because everyone wants something, don't they? He watches the drink pour out and that red color is to die for. Literally. Greed has a love/hate relationship with the color red - it's him, locked away under flesh and blood, muscle and bone. The Philosopher's Stone is hot and crimson; bloody, vile, and beautiful. Both times, when he finally met a right demise, it had been for that stone. Now it's his again, hidden away, waiting to explode once his clock's up. A month's time and he'll be ready to fulfill all his promises and show this new world what he's got. Shock and amaze folks - come on up and meet the not-man. He's sure to blow your top right off.]

[Greed takes the glass - he's not breaking that gaze either. Too starved for attention, really. He'll take it where he finds it.] Bottom's up, then. [And he takes a gulp and - oh god that's so good, so sweet, so tender, so bitter, and so grave. He swallows, trying desperately to fill his need for more. More, more, more. Give it to him.]

[Red sloshes down his lips, dribbles from his chin. He doesn't take a break, not until he's nearly emptied the glass. Because it's almost like himself - artificial and tantalizing. It's as if all the souls locked away are beckoning him, clawing at his skull.]

She? [OH - that earns a look! He cocks a brow, extends a grin.] Angels can have themselves a lady friend? Why, Gabriel - that's almost sinful of you. But hey! As I told you before, I won't judge you and I won't take you from your woman. But the offer still stands in case you ever change your mind. [It's disappointing he'll be losing out on a 'tender that's got enough talent in his pinkie finger to burn the whole place down. But a friend, well - he'll settle, for now. There are others that have no where to go and they'll come to the 'Nest eventually. All of their wants, needs, desires and Greed will fill the slot and only ask for a minimal down-payment of loyalty. Sometimes, he'll ask for more.]

You've got skill. [He licks away the booze with his tongue, teasing the edges of his own flesh against his teeth.] And boy, do I love something with skill. It's too bad, really. Could have used a bar keeper like you on the scene.

[trickster_mk2]

[Gabriel watches. He makes things. Realities and creatures and food and drink and stories, and he likes to know how others react, what the think about his creations. Hell, he's not an artist, but he likes attention, maybe not to the extent Greed seems to yearn for, but still. The hunger behind those sun-glasses is evident. He doesn't lap it down at quiet the same speed. He swallows some, the edge of the glass resting against his lip as he swallows. Not judging himself, because even if he'd added dishwater into the mix, he's an archangel, and it would taste like Nectar and Honey. Sure, he's a bit of a fraud, a jack of all trades and a master of none, but that's always the way it's been.

And then Gabriel almost chokes. It's good he can't, but the surprise isn't pleasant.] Shit no! Fuck. I... No. I didn't explain. I've got myself a ward. A little girl I'm looking after. [Thank Dad he doesn't have to breath. But he sets the cocktail glass down, trying to recover a bit of a smile.

He's flattered, really. But he's not really... well, he doesn't need things in the way that Greed must, the way that most humans do. He likes to brag, likes to say he's had all these experiences and well, he has. But when he'd got here he had to find his feet and then there was Alice and he's not had the time or inclination. He shakes his head again, mostly to clear those thoughts.] I'm no stranger to company. It's not exactly banned. It's just not a priority. And trust me, I was shacked up with a Hindi Goddess of Death for a few hundred years. The stories I could tell you...

[Gabriel pauses. It might be fun, after all.] Considering you asked so nicely? I can pop over ever so often. Fix up a couple of drinks.

[nestingdevil]

Oh - ho! Sorry about that. Wouldn't haven't guessed you a father figure, but - you're just full of surprises, aren't you? [Greed takes another long drag from his drink before finally setting it down. He pats down his vest, finds a pack of smokes, and grabs one. He's only smoked a few times - mostly with his Gang from back in the day - and he doesn't mind it. It gives him something to dull the ache, though in all honesty that is entirely a farce. It's never gone.]

[A thin stick is pulled out and shoved between his teeth. He drags over a nearby pack of matches that has his bar's logo etched onto the top cruelly. A shake and a couple slide out. He flicks them on his leather pants and lights the tip. A few puffs sends smoke billowing out and he tossed the matches into his near-empty glass of scotch. He'll taint that instead of the nice drink Gabe's made for him. Can't spoil good things.] A Hindi goddess? Don't know the religion, but a goddess sounds like she'd be fun. [Greed smiles wide at the prospect - a goddess would be a good dance in the sheets, he imagined. What he wouldn't give-]

[-no, never give. He'd take and offer his services. That would suffice.]

I'd like that, especially if this place starts to really get busy. [He shifts and his legs hit the floor - thunk, thunk. He flicks his cigarette ash over the side - he'll clean it up later.] I could use some more company - I've got a gal that's signed up, but I'll need more. Guess that's the name of my game. [Greed inhales and tilts his body back as to not offend the angel - can't lose a guy like that, you only meet 'em once in a life time. Smoke billows out of his chest akin to that of a chimney. And he exposes his jaw readily.]

[Too trusting, really.]

Tell you buddies, get a whole group. I don't care as long as you come back.

[trickster_mk2]

I try to be. No point in being what people expect me to be. [And adopting a little girl is a little odd, especially for an Archangel. Blessing them and every so often looking in to make sure they're not dead is more angel style, but what can Gabriel say? He can't be so blasé, not after he's, as Loki of course, had a family of his own.

And at the mention of Kali being fun he gives a little snort.] Fun is one word. She's not everyone's taste, I guess but... [But Gabriel still has a soft spot for her. How can he not, when she can summon that many extra hands at will. Although those hands weren't always the most gentle.] If she ever ends up here, I'll tell her to drop by. You might not be able to stand for a week afterwards, but you probably wouldn't want to either.

[The smoking doesn't bother him. He doesn't need to breath, and even after a month of having to do it, not doing it is what he's used to. He's not about to complain. Besides, he's enjoying watching Greed move, eyes shifting over him as Gabriel drains his own cocktail far more slowly.

Artificial or not, Greed's well put together.]

You're interesting. I'll be back. [He grins, teasing, setting down his glass and leaning over the bar, hands on the wood to support himself] I just didn't know you cared so much.

[nestingdevil]

Ha-! I can recover better than most men, but I guess we'll just have to put that to the test if she ever comes on by. [He'd have to be at 100% though - there was no fun in having such a prospect be bored by his current state. No - Greed decides that if this Kali comes by, he'll be the first one at her door if and only if he's got all his powers back. Because he's starved for that low down dirty good time.] And do I have to say it again? Jeez - I want everything. The finer things in life - and she does sound fine.

[But he means no disrespect and he throws a hand in the air. He's drained most of his booze and his normal body, the one without his special talents, feels it. Not enough to make himself a fool, but enough for him to ease just a bit. He takes another drag of his cigarette before tossing it on the floor. He wheels himself about on his stool and stomps it out with the heel of one of his boots.] I care about things I want and people I want - get the picture? You're outta this man's league, but that doesn't mean I won't leave my doors open in case you need a place to call home. [He's a collector of freaks and outcasts - all they have to do is knock.]

Besides - if I can have another one of these in the future and still keep your company, I'll be contented for now. [Not satisfied, no. But content? He'll settle for that cash out.]

Gabriel, angel, Gabe - I want to be your friend. [He says, no malice there, just that twinge of starvation.] If you'd have me, of course. [Greed fingers down his shades just slightly.] What do you say?

[trickster_mk2]

[Gabriel can't help but grin. He doesn't know what Greed is imagining, of course he can't see that at the moment, but he's willing to bet that Kali is above and beyond. And he does feel a slight pang of jealousy when the other man speaks of her, but if anything, he belonged to Kali, not the other way around. Whatever will happen will happen, after all. And the Universe isn't so kind as to bring her here so he can have familiar company that isn't Castiel and his pet human.] I'll ask her not to ruin you for everyone else.

[And for a moment, Gabriel considers making Greed another, if only because he seems to enjoy it and Gabriel likes the praise. But he remembers how it feels not to have powers and the headache that came after his trip to Jack of Hearts. Maybe... Greed can have another on a different day.] Out of your league, Greed? [That's sort of funny, and Gabriel isn't exactly sure what the man means. Gabriel is more than happy with the idea of working here, he already likes the company.]

You can have another whenever you like. As long as you're content.

[He pauses then, a teasing eyebrow raised and he leans up from the bar, finishing off his cocktail in a long swallow] Done and done. You don't even have to ask, handsome. Can't expect you to let me have free-reign over your bar and not be your friend, right?

[nestingdevil]

Ruin me? You haven't even see the best part. [Ruin is a term used for things that can't be fixed.] But if you'd put in a good word - if she comes wandering by. Though by the looks of things, I'd peg you as lucky to have some of your own people here. [Because despite the fact that he's filling up those holes left behind, Greed will always want his Chimera back. Because they were his - the only thing he chose. He bites at that, a flutter of anger suddenly washes in those purple eyes. But it's gone as soon as it comes, washed away with heavy smiles and lush alcohol.] Like I say - content, for now.

Good! Because you know I can't stop at just one. [He sweeps his fingers through his spiked hair, sliding nails into his scalp. The touch feels good - there's a hotness at his temple and it runs through him like fire. Greed can't say he doesn't like the feeling, though. Warm, inviting intoxication.]

Glad we could agree - you know, I've had people pass up my deals before. I always make good ones when I need to - I can play the game of fair as long as I get what I want. [And Gabriel - he's offered his friendship and, perhaps, another head at the bar. That's good enough for now. He'll ask more later, when the time is right.]

And you are out of my league, in a matter of speaking. I can't claim an angel, can I? [He shoots his brows up and touches the ovals of his shades. Pauses there.] But I suppose that's never stopped me. [Ambition - he's got it in spades.]

I need to ask you a bit of a favor - in a few weeks time, if everything's right, the clock'll be up. You wanted to see what I can do and that'll be my payment for your services. [He lazily slides his torso onto the bar, getting a little too close to his angel friend.] I need something that can do a bit of damage - something big, heavy. Or something that'll make a blast. Nothing to harm anyone else - don't need to ruin my bar - but I need something destructive. The military had a nice idea going - shotgun I believe - [Greed flicks a finger out to Gabriel and purrs.] That Snap thing you do - when I ask, when I need it, do you think you can whip me up something? I can guarantee the pay-out will be worth it.

[He leans in a little closer, breath hot.] Or, I could just ask you to do the deed. Would you be willing to do that? When I ask for you to jump, would you?

[trickster_mk2]

I have... my brother. And the Winchester boy. [He wouldn't say they were his people per say. Castiel yes, they are brothers. Deano he's killed so many times he lost count. But Gabriel isn't sure he has... people. He had Kali. He had the other Norse gods. But there's been very few creatures over the years he has felt attached to. Indebted to. Anyway, it's not important and he shrugs it off. He doesn't need to think about these things now.]

Who can? I can't. I have to admit I've got one or two... little lusts and desires of my own. A good cocktail is one of my weaknesses. As is candy. As are good looking people. Let's face it, I have a few weaknesses.

[Gabriel's grin stretches slightly]And that works two ways. I can't really claim you either, as much as I'd like to have my own pocket bar keeper...

[There's no such thing as too close to Gabriel, and he doesn't pull away, keeping his attention focused on Greed and letting a more interested expression rest on the man. This is... Intriguing but also a little bit worrying. He's got a fair idea of what exactly he's being asked and it's unsettling. But Greed speaks with such confidence and Gabriel... waivers. At the risk of saying he'd do anything for a friend, he's also reluctant to offer up any promises of destruction. He has the assurance that on one else will be dragged into it but...

But like he's said, he doesn't like to be played.

But it's not as if he can't satisfy himself now. Find out exactly what Greed is asking of him. Too much power, too much Snap and who knows, whatever Greed is planning might not be possible. Gabriel doesn't think he can exist with that on his shoulders.]

Oh, I can jump. But I need to know off what. But I think I can guess why you're asking.

[nestingdevil]

A brother - so there are more of you here. Like I said, they're welcome any time. [Greed notices that not breathing part - he can't feel the same hot air he's billowing out and he raises an eyebrow. But it settles and his lids grow heavy. His purple eyes seem full of wonder, delight, surprise. Again, he extends his hand, offering it to Gabriel as a sort of ... promise. A sealing of the deal, as it were.]

No, you can't have me - I don't work for anyone. My avarice runs too deep, you see. But, there are other ways of having. [He'll leave it at that. His fingers still held out, he murmurs softly - his voice slides from his voice, slippery and wet.] It'll only be me that'll be involved. It'll be after hours - I'll even record it. I've promised a few people a show and I'll give it. I swear that if anything goes wrong, the blame goes all to me. You don't even have to be on the spot - and I wouldn't do that. I don't break up friendships, Gabriel and I have never lied. [Well, except once - the one time, but it was for a good cause right?]

I'll be honest with you, it won't be a pretty sight. Either way, whichever part of me comes back first - I'd prefer it to be one over the other, but beggars can't be choosers. I'll give you want you wanted - [The open palm closes and a finger nestles right up against Gabriel's chest. Greed pushes his finger pad down, nicks a button with a nail.] You won't be jumping far - I just need a catalyst and I can't well swing a hammer like Roa. [He retracts his finger and coils it up with the rest, then opens it again.]

If you find you don't like it, I won't show you again unless it's necessary. If you find that your angelic pride kicks in and you wish to smite me like the sin I am, then that's your choice. But I figured since we're now chums, I'll show you everything I am, honest-to-Thy-father. I cannot tell a lie and I don't go back on my promises.

[A tilt of the head.] So - do we have ourselves a deal?

[trickster_mk2]

Cas and I aren't cut from the same cloth. There was a time, not all that long ago, when he probably would have tried to smite you. The embodiment of a sin would have have been far too tempting for him. To get into Daddy's good books.

I wouldn't be asking you to work for me. [And yes, he understood the hint there, and it's tempting. He could celebrate having his wings back with more than just a couple of drinks and several packets of candy. But it's not an offer that Greed seems to making right now, there are more serious matters at hand.

And with that, Gabriel glances down at the finger on his chest, and he considers. He's seen and done horrific things, he doubts this could be any worse. He's not worried about that. And maybe he shouldn't be worrying at all. Whatever Greed has asked for, it's no skin of Gabriel's nose, it's no bother to him either way. And Greed seems to need this. They don't know each other, not at all but... well, Gabriel is willing to trust.

Even it he's not particularly sure what is meant by Roa and hammers. ]

We have a deal, then. [He smirks then] But I don't do any of this hand-shaking stuff. [And he leans forwards, grabbing the front of Greed's vest, tugging him closer and pressing their mouths together. He's no cross-roads demon, but it works just as well for angels too.]

[nestingdevil]

No doubt - a little gold star for killing the sin. Not sure if I want to meet this Cas. [Because Greed likes his ass in one piece, thank you very much. He's not about the sign off into another body - no. Ling had been fun, but he likes his body, missed it really despite the lack of permanent immortality.]

Good - glad you understand. [Because Greed works for no one. Taking orders is for others, not for him. He'll take the crown and the whole kingdom.]

[The homunculus watches Gabriel, follows his eyes - the angel is an intrigue and surely an asset he would like to conquer, but he knows when he's outmatched. Least for the time being, he's the underdog.] See? I told you I can strike a good deal. [He 'ehhs?' - a question without words. Brows shoot up and he's about to ask what the angel does to seal a deal.]

[And it hits him.]

[And no, it's not a lady - but he's starved.]

[He pushes himself up half-way onto the bar - his knee slides across clean wood and damn. Women are his preferred - loves the curves - but he won't deny what's given to him freely. And the angel is sealing a deal, after all. But Greed will be greed and he makes a rumble thunder in his throat. He opens his mouth freely and those teeth come out. And they're sharp - daggers, like a shark. He nips and grunts, nose flaring ever so slightly.]

[Fingers tear up from the bar and grab the angel around the collar of his tacky-ass-shirt. Greed smiles against those lips and retracts only an inch.] You shouldn't have done that. [Because the blood is back on his lips, all his; all red, hot, and needy like he is.]

[His fingers are tight, despite the booze. He can hear the veins thudding in his skull: more. Give me more. Give me more. Give me more.]

[trickster_mk2]

[Gabriel likes the noise, the growling rumble and frankly, he thinks they've been dancing around this since Gabe slipped behind the bar. They could have just sealed the deal with a handshake and another drink, of course they could, but where's the fun in that? Besides, Greed seems to prefer this way, shifting across the bar-top like that and Gabriel's grinning like the cat that got the cream. Things don't always go his way, but hells, he like it when they do.

If Greed thinks he's the one starving, Gabriel is happy to give him evidence to the contrary.

But that's when those teeth catch him. They're more like a mouth of fangs, razor-edged and the bite stings. Gabriel's not about to complain though. The sting goes through him, the spike of pain that isn't pain at all, not real pain. But human bodies tend to react to that sort of stimuli, Gabriel's borrowed form is no different.

And then there's that grip. But he's not being forced back into something, which in and of itself is unusual, maybe he's spent too long near aggressive Winchesters, because he's braced himself without expecting it. Being interrogated against a wall or link-fence? Not Gabriel's idea of a good time.

But the sharp nip of teeth and the press of that hot mouth are gone at that moment and it forces Gabriel to re-focus on the man in front of him. With his knees on the bar-top, Greed's easily taller than Gabe. Most people are, it doesn't bother the angel.

He just smirks up, attention moving from the purple eyes behind those sunglasses, back down to that mouth. Red and hot and the metallic tang in the air has a clear source.]

Oh? That's a pity.

[It's clearly not. Gabriel don't give a flying monkey about what he should and shouldn't do. And it doesn't take much to lean in again and taste that mouth, the blood on those lips, Gabriel's own fingers still tangled in the fabric of Greed's vest.

Maybe this is a situation he shouldn't be getting himself into, but screw that. He was going to have himself some fun. No-one else there at the bar can see, he's made sure of that, although frankly, any other patrons can go screw themselves too. Gabriel is getting what he wants.

He sweeps his tongue over that lower lip, tasting more blood, more metal tang and he wants. Maybe not as keenly as Greed, but the hunger bubbling inside him sends heat through his veins.]

Is there a good reason why I shouldn't have?

[nestingdevil]

[Greed's laughter is soft; it wheezes out of him.] Well, this is hardly fair - you've got all your mojo and I don't want to disappoint. [His lips move - Gabriel's got his blood on his tongue and Greed is all too amused. Because this wasn't what he was expecting, not in the slightest. But he'll take whatever is free and maybe, just maybe, that hunger would subside.]

[Probably not, but that ball is now in Gabriel's court.]

[Greed's built well and his legs are long enough to slide over the top of the bar. One first - it settles next to Gabriel. The other comes and the homunculus is thrust right up beside the angel. Two completely different creatures with a satisfaction that needed to be settled, face-to-face, and Greed was ready for the plunge.]

[Because no, it wasn't a lady but he had made exceptions before.]

[That brace earns a look from Greed - he pushes his forehead against Gabriel's and licks away the blood a bit slowly. To get his point across, really.] Because I tend to be a very insatiable guy - give a dog a bone and he'll come back for more. [His grip eases on Gabriel's collar and his fingers spread out. He rolls his tips down his neck, across shoulders.]

[He tilts his head, slides it next to Gabriel's own. Presses cheek to cheek and sighs.] I can't claim you, you can't claim me. See my dilemma? I like my things mine. [Greed shifts his head and he nips at an ear.] You may have just opened your own Pandora's box. I hope you know that. [But Greed doesn't force Gabriel up to the back of the bar - not yet. Instead, he's gentle at first. A bite or two at the ear and his fingers travel down arms, nails only slightly grazing the skin.]

[He meets lips again Gabriel's again. He pushes, because that hunger is strong and his hands find a grip on hips that are just nice to touch. Because if this isn't seven minutes in heaven, what is?]

[There's that rumble again, hot and heavy and his need gets the better of him. He pulls Gabriel too him and Greed's back thunks hard against the back of the bar. He feels that pain and ignores it; he's head is screaming far too loud for him to give a damn about the limitations he has stacked against him.]

[His presses his thumb, massages fabric and the flesh locked at Gabriel's hips.]

[trickster_mk2]

[What is Gabriel's thing with tall men? Long limbs and well-toned backs and shoulders that put his to shame. But maybe that's what he likes so much.

Greed's not about to disappoint though. Sometimes over-confidence is a shield, something to hide behind but Greed's been nothing but open. Maybe a little guarded, but old wound don't need to be opened recklessly. There's a purpose to the other's movements too, practised, for want of another word, and Gabriel likes that.]

I don't really think that's all that likely. Ever had complaints before?

[The swipe of that too-hot tongue across his lip makes his eyes close, just slightly, amber eyes getting darker and a smile tugs at him, letting those unfamiliar fingers smooth over his throat, down his shoulders. Hells, it feels good, very good, and Gabriel is going to give into it. Come on, a guy needs a bit of attention every now and again and Gabriel's had to wait a long time for attention.

He lets Greed close the distance between them, the angel's own hands moving up, over the artificial man's back, following the shape of his spine under the fabric of that vest, stroking patterns into muscle and sinew and then biting in deep as they're suddenly tight against the bar, Greed trapped between the wood and Gabriel's physical form and now, didn't things just get even more delicious?

Gabriel likes to use the advantage when he has it, pressing hips together and grinding. Dad in Heaven, that, now that was what was missing from his existence.]

Good thing is, I know what to let out and what to keep in. [And it's true. Gabriel's something of an old hand at this. A very old hand, really. He can get out of this what he wants, no strings attached.

He leans in again, nipping at Greed's jaw, at the sharp angle, the bites punctuated with softer brushes of lips, wanting to find just the perfect spot, needing it. Maybe Greed's lusts are transferable, radiating out from him. Gabriel doesn't much care. He just knows what he wants.]