Snake pushed the gun into the back of the man's tween overcoat. "Hand over your wallet!"
The man turned, and Snake stepped back, despite himself. "You require money?"
"Er, well, yeah."
"Easily solved!" The man hauled out a thick roll of bills and offered it. Several thousand, at least.
"Please," said the man. "Among my people, it is absolutely forbidden to decline any request. I am delighted to help."
As Snake's hand closed on the money, the man's eyes flickered, as if covered by nictitating membranes. "And now," he said, "I hope you will help me in return..."