[Where the rest is fairly expected of someone presenting himself like this, the laughter is jarring. His eyes still haven't left Greed's from the brief glint of red he'd caught sight of. That was startling too, still. Such a common change in this place, but each sight set off waves of memories and pain. Slowly, his own hand drops from between them, and he tears his gaze away to look elsewhere, around the bar.]

Then we won't have a problem. [He hadn't been speaking that for his own protection, anyway, but as a warning. Of course, that probably wasn't understood. Kurapika always had an intensity about him in situations like this, but it was hard to pinpoint. It just showed in his eyes, and in his posture.

It's his turn to glance down at Greed's hand now, and then back to his face.]

Standards are key, but I wouldn't be here if I wasn't willing to work. So, is there something you could use me for? [Does he have a job or not, basically. To the chase-- but there is one thing that caught his ear. 'Him', he'd said, in reference to someone Kurapika hadn't been able to catch.]

"Him", though... Who is it that you mean by that?