Sons and fathers

Inside? He shrugged, his expression as bored looking as ever. He got up and followed, though the mines seemed pretty drab and boring. His nose wrinkled at the stench of herbs that he guessed, were stored in here somewhere. Maybe later he'd find some to steal or something, maybe use his sister or one of his brothers as a guinea pig. The thought made him smirk, though it was smoothed over when his dad spoke again. His father spoke as if he knew that there was something bothering him, but Greed had never once expressed it nor even considered that. "There's been nothing bothering me." He'd answer simply, his tone lacking any sort of interest in conversation as he glanced briefly at his father. "Except maybe the den is getting too cramped." He growled. Okay, maybe there was one thing.