[Truthfully, Blake's a little taken aback by the request. He never asked for that privy knowledge, never sought to be a possession, but he doesn't mind being a friend. And that usually means not killing the other person first and foremost, but also knowing that a little insider knowledge isn't a decent repayment for murder.]

What—? You want—?

[He gapes for a second, just at a loss for words. What is he supposed to say to that? It isn't as if he can tell Greed everything.]

Christ, what could you wanna know? Just a— Greed, I'm just some guy. That— doesn't make up for anythin'!