"You are snooping around too much, mister...I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name...
He doesn't bother to look at the bartender. Brando's mind rushes here and there. It was hard playing mysterious and dangerous. Real hard. He believed he was doing well though.
"Either way, perhaps you should occupy your mind with something other than our existence? I'll have a glass of scotch. My friend there will want milk. On a dirty glass yes?"
He lets a few seconds pass. Then turns his eyes slightly at Amber
"Would you be so kind as to pick the card for me?"