"I don't particularly care about your delicate feelings, given that you left me passed out in a hospital bed after being chewed half to hell by your distant kin. And he is about as much your concern as you're apparently mine."

That said, he hauls the man to his feet and proceeds to ignore Lia's existence. Raylan slams vomit-boy against the wall of the bar. "Hello. I apologize for the interruption. If you'd be so kind as to tell me where I might find Harry Dresden or his employer, Mr. Marcone, I'd be much obliged."

"Marcone? Dres- Fuck, man, I don't know anything about those guys."

Raylan makes an impatient face and knees his captive in the balls. "Think hard."