Your loss. Do you not know my name? Or were you one of the ones I told not to call me by it? [He told a lot of people that so he can't so forgive him if he doesn't remember.]

I'm not an Ocelot. And you're not a Snake. [He reminds him, leaning over for his his drink again. He takes a swig then smirks.] We're men. With names.

[But he goes back to looking at the decor.] If you knew where to look you wouldn't have to rely on luck.