Though he didn’t verbalize a response, the expression alone gave doubt to this notion well enough. Vanity was an ‘on the surface’ kind of gal, and surely if he looked nonplussed enough to keep along in silence, it must be serious. Call him cruel for it, but he didn’t feel like making this easy for her. 

He kept on in utter silence even as they descended from the bar to the sub levels. The storage room was pretty much right next to the stairs though, so they really didn’t have that far to go. But oddly enough, instead of opening the door, Greed  merely crossed his arms. An expectant note glimmered in his eye.

Riza eyed the woman suspiciously, unable to escape the feeling that something was off about her.