Greed trots onto the scene, trailing after his female clan-mate. Then he pauses at the sight. A look of surprise passes over his face for a split second before it's replaced by a mischievous grin, tilting his shades down and running his eyes over her. "Yo, what are you doing here?" he asks with curiosity in his tone. He knows she had ended up like him, but he was surprised that of all places, she had come here.

He comes over and leans up against the other feline, as if they were old friends reunited at last. Really, they were far from such. He knew that his 'siblings' probably weren't big fans of him. But did he care? Not at all.

"SPEECH"

Ilijas didn't see why that would be a problem. She struck him as a little odd but he, too, had probably struck those who met him on the border as odd when he joined. Flicking an ear idly as he joined the tiny group, he couldn't help but notice the strange dynamic between Lust and Greed. [b][color=gray]"You're welcome to join," He began in that soft, reserved voice of his, dismissing his thoughts to focus brown eyes solely upon the female, [color=gray]"My name is Ilijas. It's my pleasure to welcome you to the Typhoon."

Greed's lips jutted out in a pout, feigning offense at Caesar's vulgar words. "Aw, c'mon. No need to call her that. She's a lady," he says with an almost mocking tone. Whether it was poking fun at him or Lust was left to be interpreted. When Beatrice speaks up, he turns his gaze to her, able to feel all the unanswered hanging off her tongue. Really, they all were probably curious about the pair. But would they explain themselves? Not likely, really. He didn't see any reason to, anyways.

No, not when everyone would know who he was eventually. One day, he'd be on top of the world, whether he was an animal or not. This was just a minor inconvenience. "Huh? Who's he again?" he asks as Lust brings up Roy Mustang, scratching at his head with his paw. Then it suddenly hits him. Damn, memories really were kind of fucked. "Oh, yeah. That annoying colonel asshole," he grumbles as he finally remembers. Yeah, that guy had been a serious pain in their asses.

"SPEECH"

An awkward laugh spilled from the lips of the young man as Lust seemingly expressed an interest in him, his chestnut colored eyes falling away from her form in some strange attempt to seem actively opposed to her. Ilijas didn't understand why he was mildly repulsed by the idea of being flirted with, just that he felt as if he was going against his morals themselves. There was still that girl who he didn't recognize in even the slightest but knew that he loved, possibly more than anything else, in his mind- so long as  the possibility stood that she was out there, he would hardly entertain the mere thought of reciprocating advances with another.

[b][color=gray]"If you ever find yourself in need of anything, myself and the others will always be at your disposal," He extended, albeit reluctantly. He was uncomfortable yes, but his innate urge to act gentlemanly despite the circumstance far outweighed his displeased feelings. He just hoped that she wouldn't take his words in the wrong way.