[Guiding the ice with his fingertips, his palm presses down over the wet trail to feel his stomach's movement. The arm supporting himself scoots to better wrap beneath Klavier, feeling every movement.] This's me we're talking about, you know I can go either way. But unlike you, I'm not really into boxing with medics, so maybe it'd be better to keep you quiet... [Nudging the ice just past the plateau of his arch, Greed leaves it to slide down his chest while reaching into the cup again, fishing for a larger piece, then holding it in front of his face.] Say 'Ah!'