"Because I already helped you out." Greed said with a slightly sinister grin. "Eye for an eye. I scratch your back, you scratch mine."

He'd try recruiting the young alchemist, but he knew he wouldn't go for it, not to mention he was a pretty hard-headed and stubborn kid as was. Still, speaking of eyes...

"You work for the military assholes, right?" He asked, vaguely remembering the armor-brother's warnings of what might happened if Greed didn't set him free as he scanned the room for a particular face. "Know a guy named Mustang?"