You seem content to want to do with my life what you want and I'm not even yours. Who's to say you're not the one fucking my life up? [Klavier watches Greed intently for several moments before shaking his head and heaving another sigh. It really is difficult talking right now so he'll give crawling under the sheets a go and laying back against his pillows.] Listen, there's nothing for you to get worked up about.