Greed gave the chair a nudge with his foot, then shrugged, satisfied and giving yet another dismissive motion. "Next time you're gonna eat up my time, at least buy somethin'. Bar tenders don't really make their money for mixing drinks."

There didn't seem to be any intent to attack or restrain him, but perhaps he wanted him to let his brother or his ride know where he was first, to save him the trouble of trying to make yet another accidentally unlocked kidnap notification post. His ability with technology left something to be desired.

That would be a paranoid, but justified, thought.