While it might have initially seemed outside of Greed's character, he started to slowly approach her with a raised brow. "You seem to be injured. Do you think that it might be possible for me to help you?" Of course, his reasons for wanting to help her were those of, well, actions born out of Greed.<br/><br/>"I...I'm sorry if anything unfortunate happened. I didn't mean to bring up bad memories, forgive me." Pausing for a moment, he allowed Isabelle to talk for the time being while he planned his next moves.<br/><br/>With a gentle laugh placed at her charming habit of raising that one finger, Greed started to speak once more. "Well, I can't say that I were not supernatural, so therefore, well...I suppose that I would be inside of your purview should any hostilities arise. That being said, for now if you would like to come inside I would prefer to extend to you ever hospitality that I was able. Would you reject such an offer?" He smirked once again in that sick way that he had a habit of doing.<br/><br/>Should she have not wanted to, Greed was somewhat gambling on her need to investigate something like this. Either way, he was going to get her inside of the small building and thus start to get inside of her head.