He actually laughs, since she does have a point on that. "Oh, I'm sure they are. No shortage of interesting stories, at least." He assumes, anyway, having never met a stripper (to his knowledge) until coming here.

He lifts his beer up to check his progress, idly considering switching over to something stronger after it was finished. When the bills are thrust at him, he accepts them without thinking, then realizes that they were in her cleavage and also they're for strippers, so... What.

"I, uh, no, that's okay. Thanks. I don't need a lap dance." He offers the bills back. "I never saw the appeal."

Unless there were snakes involved in the act somehow.