[Shit, but he hates that look. That shocked, fearful look, like maybe Greed's going to throw him out right this second (and he should, honestly, he shouldn't have even brought him down here, but he's always selfish). Greed glances away sharply, scowling, going to the window and pretending to care about peering out the broken-down blinds.]

Because it's not safe around here anymore. Around me.

[Obviously. But Ling wants more than that, he knows without even having to look at him.]

. . . my father's back around. And mine, uh, mine's a lot more direct than yours is.