Heavy shoulders shrug; a job was a job, and in a world where nothing was just handed to him, where even he couldn't go around taking what he wanted without frightening repercussions, he didn't exactly have a choice to sit back and tell Greed to go fuck himself. Not that he wanted to anymore, they'd been in some tight spots and the man had more than proven himself to the Saiyan. Working for him? It wasn't that bad, he's had worse- and he'd rather be working for a man who took care of his employees rather than a man who'd destroy them all at a glance. A much more favorable position.

Keats's remarks are only met with a sly smile- had he not been coughing from having the wind knocked out of him, he might of been a little more perturbed, but he'll revel in the pain his companion was feeling. "Try to talk all you want Keats, but without air in those lungs of yours you aren't going to be winning any arguments," he says as he chuckles to himself.

Eyes are laid back on Greed, questioning and subtly holding an excitement that hid behind the eyes of everyone of his race. "Why don't you go ahead and tell us what the job is then. I'm interested to know." The prospect of getting into another battle clawed at him, he'd been yearning to get a little frustration out and this might just be the way to do it. He could only hope it involved getting his hands a little dirty.