Tell your friend that they shouldn't go around spreading ridiculous rumors.

[Insult him all you want, sure, but insult the Scarbacks as a whole, and that's another thing entirely. Steinbeck's eyes narrow in an obviously peeved expression.]

I get paid for blessing rich people when they decide to do something as mundane as buying a pet. [He says, with a snort, as he turns to the exit - he hesitates, turning his head over his shoulder.]

Come on. [A pause.] Look, I'm willing to buy you a drink if it means it'll shut your stupid mouth. I'll kill two birds with one stone, here.