[ Even once he's gotten his feet under him, Yomiel's far from stable, still leaning on Greed for support. ]

...Not surprised. Probably... given an incentive. Even, uugh....

[ Moving like this is making him a little queasy again, and he uses his free hand to remove his sunglasses and press the back of his hand to his eyes until the feeling passes. ]

Even if they refused, I think... whoever's running this... would've picked someone for them.