"Well, well," Greed says, and raises a glass to his visitor. "What brings you to my den, pretty one?"

Envy snorts at him, slings himself loose-limbed into a seat. "Not to see your lovely face, that's for sure," he says. "Give me a whiskey, straight up."

Greed laughs, showing sharpened teeth, slides a glass over to Envy, still grinning. "Well, well. You're in a fine mood."

"Ehhhh," Envy says. He looks around the room with distaste. "I can't believe you. You get free after how long since I imprisoned you, and you start up a bar?"

Folding his arms on the countertop, Greed smirks. "Hey, I've got a great place for friends to gather and all the free booze I want. It works for me. You haven't said why you're here. Plan to seal me again?."

After a moment, Envy drains the glass in one movement. "Nah. Just to give you a warning," he says. "My kind's out for your blood, and Edward and Alphonse Elric are the bait."

"Hoooo," Greed says. He knows, already, because Kimberly has told him, but Envy doesn't need to know he knows. "Won't you get in trouble for telling me that, Envy?"

Envy snorts. "I'm not going to tell anyone I was here," he says. "But... you hate him and so do I, I figured that's enough common ground to at least give you a warning." It hadn't been, that many years ago. Something had had to have changed between them, he thought, and since Envy was no different, it must have been the other.

Greed's eyebrows raise. "You love him."

"I hate him," Envy insists, and he is on the bar, hands fisted in Greed's shirt, pulling Greed closer. "Hate him!"

"It's hardly worth arguing over," Greed says, shrugging, running a hand up Envy's arm. "That the only reason you came?"

Envy doesn't answer, his eyes narrowed.

"You remember the old days? I do. Don't miss them much, but there were things-"

"Fuck you," Envy says. "Back room."

Greed leads him back there, shuts the door. "I bet you don't dare do it anymore," he says. "I bet he beat it out of you. I bet."

There is a flash, and then Hoenheim Elric is standing before him, broad-shouldered, elegant, blond hair tied back in a low ponytail.

"Fuck me," Envy says with Hoenheim Elric's voice, with Hoenheim Elric's face. "Make me bleed. Make me beg. Make me - make me-"

Greed does, until Envy is limp and boneless and fragile, until Envy draws a deep breath, recovers himself, leaves.

He is greedy, Greed knows, and he'll only give someone something like that when they'll give him more in return.