[As soon as the ice is in his mouth, Greed gives it a tap, satisfied at getting his way. His hand makes a quick dart down to keep the ice from going much below his stomach; either he's aware there's a limit to a teasing chill and frigid torture on overly sensitive skin, or he wants the latter on his own terms.] Guess they'll get their turn when I'm finished. [Rather than dive right in for the obvious kiss, tongue wrestling for the ice, Greed's nose brushes under his chin, humming with satisfaction while lapping at his throat, feeling every swallow of water and adjustment of his jaw. He guides the ice in his hand over and around his hip. It's a slow path, taking his time leading down his leg and back up, paying attention to the shrinking sliver, assuring there's nothing but the moisture left on Greed's palm by the time it wraps around his shaft.]
((ooc: Haven't decided what he could lose; Klavier have anything he wants? An old vest? A safe with a 200+ year old skull in a burlap sack in it? A bar? Booze? The meat locker? Boxes upon boxes of stolen train cargo? His humanoid robot maid? As hilarious as it would be for Klavier to wake up with each and every member of Greed's motley crew in his bed, that'd require more NPCing than would be remotely practical... Shelly?))
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((ooc: Haven't decided what he could lose; Klavier have anything he wants? An old vest? A safe with a 200+ year old skull in a burlap sack in it? A bar? Booze? The meat locker? Boxes upon boxes of stolen train cargo? His humanoid robot maid? As hilarious as it would be for Klavier to wake up with each and every member of Greed's motley crew in his bed, that'd require more NPCing than would be remotely practical...
Shelly?))