Really, that night had gone well from Greed's perspective. The pickup had been a dismal failure but the rest of the night had been fine. Still, it's not exactly worth arguing about.

It's cold, tonight, but the fire is warm.

Little things like that-- like being able to notice temperature are something he never thought he'd take for granted, but now he is. It isn't a faint, far off sensation. It's real.

"I'm not keen on repeating that," he says by means of apology. He's quiet for a moment, watching the fire before he turns to look back at Scar. "We're from the same world, but I know very little about you. You like keeping it that way, don't you?"