If he could have heard her thoughts, Greed would have rounded argued against the notion that any part of her was 'cursed'. Her tiny yearning sounds made the man smile a little more, and he could feel his own erection pressing against his damp pants, throbing impatiently even as he finished teasing her, pulling her own garments down and sliding them off of her along with her footwear.

Finally he came back up to the bindings on her chest, shielding just his index finger and raising his body up, pressing close to her and slipping his hand under her arm and around to her back so that he could slice through one of the outer strips there. Even now, with his breath on her neck and his cock pressed tauntingly against hers through his pants, even in this moment he still managed to be careful, so that she could use the bandages again when they were ready to go back down. He could hardly believe he'd grown so cautious, when he used to be so much more reckless than this.

"Secret chamber's almost finished" He murmured into her neck "I'm gonna miss comin' up here for this."