Greed eyed her scar as if it were a caterpillar crawling up her face. He didn't have anything else lying around, so he licked his thumb and ran it over the dried blood, only managing to smear it. Lust would never be ugly especially to Greed. He wanted the scar to go away, but he was still too engrossed in himself.

"Maybe that means you need a vacation from work," he touted , getting up and running off to the bathroom. He came back with a handful of towels and the first aid kit. After pouring the towels in her lap he shuffled in the kit finding anything that looked like antiseptic that might clean her up. He had to make his Lust shiny and pretty again.