Isaac considered that for a long moment, then tapped a cigarette out of his pack and reached for his lighter. The etched silver was familiar in his palm and he struck it until the flame caught, then lit his cigarette and nodded to the bartender as the man sat his plate of chips in front of him. He nudged it over toward Matt and shrugged. "You've an interesting way of putting things." He ate a chip, then reached for the vinegar.