[Now that he has a reactive, squirming body to tend to, he sets the cup aside for the time being, hooking the opposite arm around him and running a cup-chilled hand up his spine. Decidedly much more forward this time around, one knee props up onto the bed to pull himself up. There's no move to help untangle him, at least any more than necessary to have him exposed again.] You think you're that easy to walk away from? [Once Klavier's settled from arching off the bed, Greed moves again, on his hands and knees over him with a look that would give away his plan if not for the fact that he usually looked devious when properly in the mood.] Where's that usual confidence you said you had even at times like these?