"Because you seem to have this problem separating me from the Prince." Greed addressed the question in his usual blunt manner as he finally pulled himself up onto his feet. He could feel a slight irritation on his back so he casually slid the black jacket off of his body, his nose wrinkling just a bit as he looked at the bits of dirt and little blades of grass clinging to the back of the clothing article. A thorough shake down took care of the problem for the most part.

Almost as an after thought, or maybe an extension of his hair cut contemplation, Greed slung the coat over his shoulder with one hand and began to awkwardly comb similar debris out of his long black ponytail with the free one. After several passes with his fingers he halted as his progress was hindered by a twig that had become tangled up in the mess of hair.

"This isn't exactly helping things either" the homnculus added irritably.