"It's an air of something, all right."

And they've officially reached the point where they've just devolved into snarking about each other's ages. He's done eating, and he does have other things to do today. He reaches for his wallet, pulling out a few large bills more than enough to cover the bill, plus a fairly ludicrous tip, and then stands. "I gotta take care of some 'operational difficulties' before tonight. If, ah, Mr. Falstaff has made the appropriate arrangements before then, drop me a line."