[ He blinked -- well, one eye blinked -- before his head tipped, and he ashed that cigar again. ]

Best...business pal? [ A beat, and then: ] Oh, you must think me the kind of businessman that likes to cut deals, do you?

I don't have one. Nor do I have any... [ A sneer, here. ] "Girls". I run a drug den, not a brothel. You'll have better luck looking elsewhere if that is what you're interested in.

[ He just comes out and says it. Almost like he's not afraid of it being shut down. ]