[He's more well-spoken than Ling expected, and that's probably the bulk of why he's still bothering to listen. And alright, Ling can't exactly deny that his attention has been thoroughly gotten when he's sitting right in front of him, but still - such attitude. He's toying with being almost impressed; it doesn't show on his face, but while he's still looking at Greed with the same half-bored, half-arrogant grin, he's stopped fiddling with the pen for now.]

I know what you call yourself, [he says, amused. Greed isn't a real name, sweetheart.] And I know where your crew took my liquor after I was kind enough not to hurt you, so now you're costing me more than time and business, and nobody would complain if I hurt you after all.

[He gives Greed a look that's almost pitying, and wiggles the pen at him.]

Your friends are loyal to you, not to me. So you're the one I have to wonder about.