The Colonel regarded Tella for a moment, and then he calmly sat down on the smoldering table and retrieved another cigarra.  He placed it upon his lips, and then searched himself for a light.  He couldn't find one.  He didn't get particularly angry about it.  He just leaned over and used one of the small, fiery craters on the table to light his smoke.  He took a deep drag, and then turned to look at the waitress.<br/><br/>"Truth is, reason I'm not going anywhere is because I'm as cool as a slimy Hutt in a temperate to moderate clime.  That, and because no one has told me to leg it.  Yet.  So why don't you make yourself useful and give me a decent slobber, ya stupid bantha?"<br/><br/>The Colonel then gestured towards his pelvis with a quick thrust of his chin.<br/><br/>He then glanced over at Maria and then turned to look back at Tella.<br/><br/>"Better yet, get the client a stiff drink.  I'm starting to feel sorry for her.  And, to be honest, I'm not very good at being sympathetic on account of the fact that I'm extremely horny when I'm sympathetic.  And while yer' at it, get me a drink, too."