Well, well. Small underworld. Pleasure's all mine, Mr. van Zieks.

[With frills like that, of course he's a prosecutor. It's like they hand them out on your first day at the prosecutor's office or something.]

Given the circumstances, I've been loath to ask for any favors. But I can surely trust the noble gestures and discerning tastes of a fellow servant of the law.

[Withdrawing his hand, it goes right back into his pocket.]

Now, where does a man get a good cup of coffee in this hellhole? [Or nine of them. It's been a rough morning.]