At the comment, Solus' eyebrows raise in mock surprise, and perhaps there's a slight cattish curl to the corner of his lips at such defiance. This one isn't like the others, this one's got some fight to him.

"Indeed, I did. I remarked that I only cared for your swiftness, which is quite apparent in its short supply." He offers coolly as he pulls out a black vintage looking wallet, opening it up to retrieve the amount, handing it over. He does not notice Dirk, beyond the fact he's aware that someone is watching him, but he's used to eyes being on him, so he doesn't think much of it as he focuses on John and his growing fury.