He huffed with an agitated snort. "That's because you won't let him out." He snubbed his nose in the air looking away from her. He couldn't look at her anymore with those teary, doe eyes. He didn't like her seeing Greed. More than that, he didn't like who he was around her now.

Without turning his head he shifted his eyes to glance at her across his shoulder. "If you believe I was then that's all you're going to see whether or not I was or wasn't." Her reactions to him were only a reflection in him.

He knew he wanted her still even if the nature of that want was misunderstood. He wanted something from her, or so he thought. "How about you let Satan incubate in your brain for weeks and you tell me how you come out of it." He was pointing fingers now because who's fault was it other than hers? She wasn't bending to him.