[He taps his middle and index against the table, canting his head just slightly to show off his throat. His expression is pursed, one eyebrow sliding up with Killua's answer.] That's fair, I guess. Though, it's still a bit of a shame - [How he speaks is slippery; oily. Flitting off his tongue to flicker against the pronged tip. Greed rolls his wrist across the surface, spreading his palm wide.]

I'll tell you the names, but they aren't much. [And they'll all lead almost no where. Dead ends, corrupt word of mouth - rumors can pass so long before the real information's lost in the shuffle. Greed swings his leg over the other knee as he gestures outside of the booth. He's acknowledged with a silent nod - a man this time, his scowl lined deep in his face. A pen and napkin find themselves in the Sin's snaring grip and he jots down a few. The list is only about five names long and it's folded between his fingers and pressed to the table. One slide sends it Killua's way.]

Next time you're in Bavan, find someone named Mason. She's picking up some of my shipments. Bring them back here and consider it payment for this. [A lean to the right makes his matching wing spread. Slowly unfurling in a leathery sheen of black and the tips skate across the opposing wall; making a terrible shrill sound off the facing.]

Anything else you've got for me?