Sal didn't notice the sudden lack of attention Sam paid to the arrangement of his coke before snorting it, and this was probably fortunate. Sam was, well, Sam. Putting the coke into nice pretty lines was at this point, as far as Sal was concerned, pretty much as natural to him as taking a shit.
Also staring up at the ceiling, Sal replied. "Went an' saw Jez," (and flirted with all the whores), "then had a stop by the McClures' an' picked up a name from 'em." The McClures were a particularly bad-tempered family in Knockturn who, when they didn't have the time to set especially nasty Dark curses on their enemies, liked to hire Sal to do so for them, as he was one of precious few Knockturn thugs who was genuinely competent with a wand. "How 'bout you?" he asked, shifting into a slightly more upright position so he could look at Sam properly again.