"That is too simple of an explanation for a Greeed."

A slight head toss, with an added trill that was sort of like an exotic bird's sound of displeasure (or the beginning of a warning, depending on circumstances). Deciding that he was getting nothing accomplished sitting on top of some pipes in the bowels of the ship, Ankh jumped down. No doubt now she could pick out the layers of scents coming off of him now - the various birds and metallic smell of the Medals and a slight scent of the detective.

"Golems have a limited kind of free will. We are free will."