Standing up, Greed turned to face the woman. The mask was still resting comfortably on top of his head, as if he'd tried it on and then up it up afterwards. Apart from his easy smile however that was all he had on. There was not a scrap of cloth to be seen and frankly, the man was enjoying the feeling. He didn't get to stand around nude that often. Even his hair was taken down from the usual (and habitual) ponytail he'd been wearing it in.

That in particular had been surprisingly difficult, as having a separate body meant that he sometimes looked for little things that helped him feel connected to his human brother again. Not that he'd share that kind of information without getting something extremely rewarding in return.

"Wow that was fast." He commented, ignoring her intended slur. "Don't worry I didn't damage it or anything".