Song: Sympathy for the Devil
Artist: Rolling Stones
There was something about the way she giggled. It shot straight from Greed's ear to his groin. He had to have her.
He slid over to her table, oozing power and sexuality and tight leather pants, and slid easily into the seat beside her. "Hello." he murmured, leaning in close.
"Hi." the girl giggled nervously. "I'm Winry."
"Pleased to meet you." Greed said, giving her his shark grin and taking her hand. He planted a lingering kiss on her knuckles and watched the color come to her cheeks and spread down her neck. He wondered just how far the blush went. "Won't you guess my name?"