Lan Fan was waiting in the original room, having torn the curtains adorning the window down with every intention of covering him the second he walked through the door, assuming he was still parading around in the nude. Well. Covering him. Binding him. Strangling him. It was all the same, right?

Her face was still red. The damned flush was probably going to stay there for hours after that display and she hated it, just because everyone could see it. Even if hiding her blush had little to do with the purpose of the Yin mask, to her it was one of the most useful attributes. She could disguise almost every other reaction to anything with her mannerisms, but the damn blush was the only thing she couldn't control.

And Greed was right. She could pin point his location in the building and even while berating herself and planning his demise on the fourth floor she was following his movement below her. If he left the building at all she would be on him faster than a hound on the trail of a fox.