[That tenses him up a little, as though he's not sure whether this is heading toward another fight or not; none seems to be forthcoming, though, and he...isn't really sure what to do with any of that.]
...What do you want from me, Greed?
[It's not what he wants to ask, but it's close enough.]
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...What do you want from me, Greed?
[It's not what he wants to ask, but it's close enough.]