"So," Greed purred, "You are his servant. He mentioned you".

Cold hands pawed frozen metal limbs. "He didn't lie".

The hand travelled up to her shoulder where the sculpted armour sank into dimpled tender flesh. Flesh so easily torn, ripped, easily thrown away and yet… He caressed her neck, felt the tendons appear as he teased her shivering skin under his long slender fingers.

"Devoted" he breathed into her ear, inches from his mouth, "completely to him".

She was still, facing away from him, eyes lowered and concealed. Yes, Greed decided, this new princely body came with wonderful inheritances—inheritances he was looking forward to taking full advantage of and in all possible ways. His smile grew exponentially wider as he aligned himself flush against the back of the silent woman. Greed nuzzled her cheek and his tongue darted out to taste her. His hands encircled her waist.

"You obey this body, fight for him, protect him… tell me," Greed lifted his hand to cup her right breast, "do you do everything he desires?"

Suddenly the world shifted. Knees buckled and twisted. Pain shot through his arm as it was immobilised.

He saw the ceiling, the wall, the floor, a scurrying ant beside from his bruised face. Mouth gaping Greed registered the girl had him pinned beneath her.

"You are not young Master," she hissed. "I may work for you," she tightened her grip, "but I will never, never be yours." Her knee ground into his back, "because I will always belong to him."

Ran Fan dropped her grip and walked away.