He pulled his hand away from hers, his eyes dropping from her gaze. "No, I don't know," his voice a soft expression to his usual behavior. He pulled his hand completely from her grasp. He didn't like the way she talked about feelings in a way she thought he understood. He may have been cut from the cloth of humanity, able to feel things in a humanistic way, but this was a slap in the face. He curled up. She always made him feel like Chance, like just a boy, but right now he was Greed.

"Yay cake." But he didn't move, his voice less through enthusiastic.