"Whoa! Take it easy, Snake. I was just doing a little window shopping! After all, she didn't speak French, so I was perfectly safe," he returns the smirk, happy he can banter just as easily with this future Boss.

He crosses his arms and shifts his weight. "I gotta say you're one of the few people I know who can gracefully incorporate -- not only an eyepatch -- but a horn and a prosthetic limb into his ensemble."

He tilts his sunglasses down ever so slightly to get a clearer view. "Say, that arm ... looks an awful lot like Gálvez's. Russian make? Does it have that same handy lighter?" Pun intended?