'You don't expect to buy our confidence with a glass of beer.' 'So ?' he said.

'Then I will put it differently.

From your speech in the cafe I judge you do not love the English.' Peter said something about stamping on their grandmothers, a Kaffir phrase which sounded gruesome in Dutch.
The man laughed.

'That is all I want to know.

You are on the German side ?' 'That remains to be seen,' I said.