You're the one so concerned about him that you're willing to beat me over it. [Silver magnet balls, rolling them between his fingers and molding them into different shapes has a particularly nice feeling about it.] Aren't you supposed to be the Greediest? You'd definitely be the one who'd understand what it's like to get caught up in the heat of the moment. Besides my intentions were different from what really happened. [And as Greed flings his balls across the room, no pun intended, (they scatter just a little, but they come back together) Klavier does muster up some annoyance] What is wrong? I don't get why you're so persistent over something that happened in a bathtub, destined never to repeat itself again. If anyone should be upset it really should be me!