I'm not the kind of guy who'd believe in gho- [trying to save face by putting up an agitated front doesn't do much good when Greed's hand is skimming up the underside of his body. If anything it makes him arch off the bed even more until the surprise wears off and his body relaxes, sinking back to the bed.

It's odd, but Klaiver doesn't really suspect anything from the cup Greed has in his hand, not knowing what's in it makes it difficult to draw any conclusions other than the fact that Greed might have gotten thirsty.]

I thought you said you had something to do, I had no idea you were getting a drink. I might have been less productive with my time.