Bradley cocked his head slightly to the side, non-plussed. He should have expected that reaction from another homunculus, though Bradley hadn't sensed any recognition from him. That too was expected.

He had hoped for better from Kimbley, though. And if he hoped to get anything more out of him, he would have to do something before Greed maimed him beyond usefulness. Bradley was still acutely aware of his weakness, but that Kimbley was still breathing at all after that punch told him Greed was no better off.

With surprise as his only real advantage, he grabbed the back of Greed's collar and yanked him backward enough to step between them, where he bent to haul the human to his feet by the collar.

Bradley was accustomed to reducing his actions to human standards, but he was by no means pleased that this appeared to be his limit as well.

Regardless, he had their attention, and if he kept it, it would have to be the power of his command alone that did it.

"On your feet, soldier," he scolded kindly, keeping the lieutenant colonel upright between his fist and the wall, his smooth voice at odds with his force. "I'll forgive you for your lack of respect if you'll forgive me for your wrongful imprisonment."

He'd released Greed by this time, preferring not to reveal his weakness by being forced to do it. He trusted, however, that his sheer bulk would be enough to remain where he was for the moment. He glanced easily between them despite the tension. His smile remained.

"You two should be more friendly, considering you have that in common, Greed."