The Grateful (Bloo)

Avarice didn't believe his feigned innocence for a moment, and only gave a sly smirk of her own when he did his innocent whistle. She didn't think much of her physical appearance. Her breasts were small and the rest of her body was extremely thin with little curves to speak of. Whenever she was lonely and wanted company for a night, though, she never had much trouble finding a volunteer. Maybe she wasn't as underwhelming as she'd thought?

Getting back to business, she shook the thoughts that plagued her away. Wrath did know the lady from the bookstore, it seemed. Of course. The sign of recognition was clear and Avarice rarely doubted her eyes.
"You two sound close." Avarice said rather dryly. "Asking Avarice why she wants something is a rather moot concept, don't you think? I want it because it exists and I want everything that has that quality."

Then he made an interesting offer, grinning at her. "Another sword? Tell me about it, then."

Avarice's attempt at dry sarcasm seemed to go unnoticed by Wrath. The way the male Sin described it, it sounded like he and Alice hardly knew each other. Maybe he got defensive about it because there was something more there? If he was a human, Avarice would be convinced of this... but he's not, so she took him at his word that Alice was just an asset. Not that it mattered much.

"Are you trying to say you think me evil?" She asked with a coy smile, sitting on the fanciest looking chair in the room. "I don't think that either of us can really be evil or not. We just exist... but I'm not in the middle of a morality crisis. An evil version of Excalibur does sound like the kind of toy I'd love to get my hands on."

He wanted to quiz her on her knowledge of Arthurian Mythos, and as he expected she was already tired of the history lesson. "I know enough. Somehow I feel like you're about to enlighten me, though."

Avarice was rarely one for settling, and generally stubborn in her pursuits of things that she wanted. That being said, Excalibur was already proving to be something that would take a lot of patience and time for her to get. She was willing to devote these things, but the consolation of another sword with such a fierce reputation would also be greatly appreciated.

"I want it." She declared simply. This sword, less renowned and powerful than Excalibur, she figured she would have much less trouble finding. "I assume that there is some kind of a payment you're looking for, though? Sins aren't really known for their polite and giving nature. Tell me, Acrimonious, what's in it for you?"

She sat on the couch that welcomed guests, crossing her legs like a highborn lady. Her arms crossed as well, just under her breasts as she waited for her 'sibling' to give an answer to the inquiry.

Avarice wasn't fool enough to think that Wrath's body language was anything less than deliberate. She wondered if he realized that she'd changed into her outfit with a deliberate intention in mind too. A silk nightgown that she changed into right in front of him? Men were usually easier to negotiate with when they were thinking with their other head, in her experience. Judging by his body language, Wrath was no exception.

Only he was full of surprises.

A favor? Avarice smirked at the idea.
"Vague promises of future payment are my favorite kind. I accept your terms. We'll begin the search tomorrow morning, then."

She would stand again, walking over to him and looping her arm with his.
"If you could show me to the bedroom?"

The sitting down and standing up added with the new idea of moving through the house, reminded Avarice of how much she had drank earlier. She didn't show it in her surprisingly light and quick steps, but she could feel the alcohol changing her perception a bit. Nothing she wasn't already used to, though.
As they passed through the house, Avarice impassively looked over the rooms. None were particularly trashy, but they were all definitely beneath the standards that she usually employed in her life. All except for one.

It wasn't much better than the others, really... but she could tell things about it immediately. It was Wrath's room. That gave it inherit value. Taking something that was up for grabs was one thing, but taking something from someone was a completely different story.

"This one." She said simply, walking in by herself and looking around as though she owned it. She'd touch things without permission, open drawers... it was like she was determining the value of it's contents in a quick sweep. "Yes, this will do. Definitely."

Avarice was correct in her deduction that it was his room. She had no doubts, but verbal confirmation was something she could appreciate. When he asked if she intended to steal his bed, she tried her best to look innocent. "Oh? This is your room? I couldn't tell."
The lie was weak, and the sly grin that accompanied it was rather telling.

"You're right. Sharing isn't really in my nature..." She started, then looked back to him. Her eyes looked him up and down as she licked her lips, "but tonight has been full of surprises. I might be able to make an exception, if you'd like?"

The implication was clear in the air.

Wrath was quick to accept the offer, even taking off his shirt. She let loose a giggle at the sight, stepping back to the bed and falling on it. The silk nightgown left little to imagination for the other Sin, but the coy smirk she wore would leave him wondering about possibilities.

"Then I think we have ourselves an exception."

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