Achille grinned like a barracuda."Well said monsieur! I admire your sensitivity towards slightly suspect multiculturalist practices, but in Gallia, shooting, guillotining, shanking, or any other form of gristly murder directed at the host is considered mildly uncouth. However, I expect a man of your exceptional delicacy would know exactly when to keep his holster tight, oui? And as for the matter of my "buggering off", well..."
"...I assume the famed training you illustrious members of the Golanskian gang squad receive will inhibit whatever "trigger happy" tendencies your consciousness may provoke, no matter how much you wish it otherwise. But for you, sir, I will go. I wouldn't want to violate your machinations with my employee here now, would I..."
"...Oh, and sir (and madame of course), concerning the matter of the drinks. Exactly what liquor, beverage, spirit or otherwise may I entertain you with? A soothing Chateau De France, or a somewhat less sumptuous Sidewinder Fang, to suit those of the alternative pallet."
"...Whatever spikes your thirst, sir, in opposition to your gun".
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)