[Greed's lips purse in a strange fascination; one that mixes with a kind of put-upon stare. A shy breath of a whistle slides through his teeth, shrilling when it meets the jagged, uneven edges.] Oh-? Kind of a demanding little pissant, aren't ya? [His expression simmers behind his sunglasses; as he recoils his forked tongue inward, dragging the smoldering tip back inside his jaws. A low grumble holds in his throat, the tone lightly pleased despite the circumstance.] Even if I did - that's asking a lot, don't you think? Nothing in this world comes free, friend.

[The heavy barb of his tail wanders idly behind him - an appendage without direction. It tells of his mannerisms; of a constant nonchalance and a perked curiosity. The metal adornments trill and tremble as it moves. Chiming ever-so-softly under the less-chaotic bar noise.]

Your brother, huh? So it's a little more personal. [The former homunculus spins the cap to another bottle with a flick. It takes the grooves on its own after that. Riding them out until it finds the last rung, sealing the contents for the time being. Greed's shoulders slump upwards, his movement molasses-slow and thick. One claws hooks into an abandoned ashtray and the tip of it clacks dully against porcelain inside.]

Depends on what you really want to know and what you've got in return. [He plucks a half-smoked butt from the pile, gently cleaning away ash and soot with the backside of his talon.]

Though, I'm sure we could work something out.