[ No better olive branch than a cigarette — he takes one, nodding a thanks and taking a moment to light up. At least he had his lighter on him. Maybe this could be the start of a beautiful friendship after all. ]
They call it murder, I call it lunch. It's all very relative. [ Ah, sweet release of tobacco. ] Not doing much of that anymore though, if you're thinking about whittling stakes. Strictly the bottled stuff, these days.