I said I wasn't interested in working here, but that's not this. [This is an informal exchange of services, and a way to keep Greed from thinking he owns him. Killua didn't want to commit to one job anyway, but more than that he hated feeling controlled, like someone else was making his choices for him. It reminded him far too much of his family, his brother and mother especially.

At any rate, he's prepared himself for whatever Greed may ask of him. A simple exchange of information seems basic enough.] I'll tell you everything I already know.

[It's of no consequence to him if Greed knows what information he's found out through the network and through his own experiences. Even less so if it gives him a chance to learn his brother's weaknesses and what he'll be capable of in the future. He still plans on squeezing out what he can on the deal regarding the fog god too, but for now he lets it drop.] And anything I find out, as long as you do the same.

[Killua follows Greed through the back of the bar, eyes surveying his surroundings and nearby monsters. It's like climbing into a nest of ants. They seem endless, and Killua folds his wings in close to his body on the off chance anyone decides to try and grab them.

It doesn't bode well for him to be this outnumbered, so he'll be cautious about entering any closed rooms.]