[Stocke, on the other hand, notices every uneasy twitch and tense. It's near his job to, and with someone else it'd put him on the alert, but -]

[Stocke's Hyde isn't quite so blind as Heiss was to the true thoughts of those he wanted to (hoped would) fall in line with him. But he's still overconfident as to the paths those thoughts will take. Greed won't harm him. Greed wouldn't harm someone he calls one of his, even if Stocke's acting strange. There's no reason to raise his guard.]

Did say he wasn't acting quite himself.

[The former shade stretches, eyes closed, hands laced together above his head. The bag clinks against his side.] If I said no, that'd be an obvious lie, wouldn't it?

[There's a pause, just long enough to seem as if he's done talking - then his arms drop, and one eye slits open.] ...relax, boss. You already know I can put on an act. If I were trying to trick you, I wouldn't be doing such a shoddy job of it. [Read: he'd be pretending to be the old Stocke, and there'd be no way to tell the difference.]

[Or is that just a different approach to smoothing down Greed's wariness?]