"Who?" Theseus looked at her quizzically as if she had been the one to grow three heads. Was she playing a game now? He held out his arms in protest. "What, no hug for your dear ol' grandad?" He didn't pretend to be excited over having her around. Considering how many wives and kids he'd popped around the globe (a lot like his old man), she was one of many certainly.

Greed had been stalking the poor girl since the other day. When she refused to answer his texts (all fifteen different numbers), he happened upon her little date. Before the poor girl could get up to move he seized the opportunity to get under her skin, because Greed could never take 'no' as an answer. He slid down in the chair beside her, stringing his arm across her shoulders. "Hey sweetie, sorry I'm late." He kissed her on the cheek playing the good boyfriend. He was either chaining her to that spot with this situation with Theseus to figure out who Theseus was and if he was a threat, or he was using it as a chance to make a few steps forward. To Greed this was a game of Monopoly.