The banker didn't say much after they shook hands, just crossed his arms 
pensively and leaned back against the edge of his desk. In this attitude he 
listened to Bud's freshly composed prevarication, nodding from time to time as 
though Bud had said something significant. This was a little disconcerting 
since Bud knew it was all horseshit, but he had heard that these 
dotheads prided themselves on customer service.