[Greed stops again in mid-stride. His heel's up, allowing his body to hunch over like the very gargoyle he's become. And slowly, his smile parts again.] If you worked for me, you should already know: that's not how it works.

[But Kimbley's good at setting a hook and oh, he just can't help but bite. The Sin gestures with his hand again. Wild yet cool in his expression. His index goes skyward and draws a circle. One, two, three times - until it stops still.] Equivalent exchange - you remember that one, right?

[All Alchemists did. Nothing's free in this world or the next. It's a statement that the Sin can live by. Everything has a price, everything has value.]

[That hasn't changed. Not here, not before.] You tell me what I want to know and in exchange - [He turns then to face the other and the pieces of metal from before crunch under foot. He applies the pressure, pushing the tip of his boot down to flatten what dregs of grass are left.] - I'll tell you what I know.

First thing's first though. [Greed places his hand to his face, showing off that signature tattoo of his. With the black of his skin, it almost hums there like a beacon. A sign of his making, at least his original one.:]

[The serpent. Constantly consuming its own tail to swallow itself whole.]

[He finds the silver piece at his nose and gingerly grasps it. As if the item is almost a treasure and he peels them off slowly. One roll of the thumb flips an earpiece closed and he shoves the other into the cuff of his vest. With his pair gone, those eyes really open and the slits thin out, then expand. In the end, he's a predator even with his status stripped from him.]

[He flicks a glance back to Kimbley.] Sounds fair, no?