The young man holds out his arms, palms up in a sort of "see, I dont have anything" gesture.
"Thats amazing. Its a good thing they never came up here." he remarks as is eyes wander over your cut and bruised body. "I dont know what kind of deal my father made with you, but I don't think he'd want you traipsing through the house all bleeding and battered. Perhaps we can get you out the kitchen entrance and down into the city to find some more potions. I say, speaking of, have you found anything magical down there?"
Greaves stands back up, now towering over you, and turns to leave, yet still leaves himself open for your response. Then he turns and looks back at the trapdoor.
"Say, do you think we should cover that hole for now? Or pull the rope up or something?"