"Tut tut tut," Aidan stops him, and a strong flick of his finger sends the pack flying upwards. He grabs it before it falls back down and pushes it back into the bartender's pocket, produces one of his own for him to have. Least he can do.
The candle on the table he's half sitting on is miraculously still upright and burning, and he grabs it to light both his and the bartender's cigarette. A drag, and he breathes out smoke as he speaks. "Now it's obvious what's gotta happen... what's your name?" He seems to lose the line of thought he was following, frowning thoughtfully at the bartender. "Did I ever catch your name? I'm Detective Aidan Walsh, but you can call me Sandy for all I care," he tells him with a curt smile, and no he never did lost his point. "What's gotta happen is you people are going to need to be even more generous."