I'm not swearing off shit. You couldn't swear off doin' shit to him when it first started, so deal with it now... [He had intended to send him off to the elevator alone, but in this state, Greed decides to take him directly to his own front door, at least. Dragging him along to the elevator, he glances around awkwardly, wondering if anybody is watching. Klavier's pretty shameless. This feels more awkward than just making out in public, damn it.]

You don't want me, you're too damned tired to even stand up on yer own. Or're you sayin' you're gonna just lay back 'n let me have a go at you?