"A favor? What kind of favor...?"
Roan asked, backing off in suspicion – capture target or not, the Greed's blood flows strong in him and the word 'favor' certainly set off a few alarms in his head.
"Oh, sorry, not the kind that you have in mind – I should have called it what it really is – a deal."
Zombie immediately changed his approach and rested Cranberry's weight on his left arm while waving his right one dismissively towards the blond prince full of suspicion.
"First of all... were you close with that Quince guy...?"
"!!!!!!"
He put his hand down and asked tilting his head into Cranberry's chest...
...and calmly straightened it and tilted it the other way once he realized his mistake – but that was instantly corrected by Cranberry who leaned all in making his adjustment completely pointless as he ended up in the exact same position...
"...no, not really...? I don't really remember even talking with him privately...?"
