[And Veneer's right to be suspicious. After all, it's not entirely wrong — she is willing to twist the truth to him. And more than that, she's willing to exclude him from the truth. To leave things out.

The volunteering of the truth in this case isn't in the interest of honesty. It's using the truth to cover up another truth— the deal she's made.

And usually, this is easy for Velvet. It doesn't usually make her feel guilty. But she's assumed a few things... incorrectly, about Veneer's concerns, and as she stares at their claws twisted together, Velvet can't help but hear Greed's words on her ears again.

She tightens her grip on his pinky, which results in a really uncanny twist of their arms that... is probably completely normal for rageons but we should all be glad there are no witnesses.]

...Listen up.

I'm going to be really mad if you don't want to do this bar thing for Greed with me.

[She rolls her eyes and sighs—]

But I'm not gonna make you do it this time.

[And then, as if it legitimately almost causes her pain to say it, she grimaces and grumbles—]

You only have to do it... if you want to.