Refuse

You push back the coins, even when it hurts you.

"Then I wish you a lot of fun with your whores in... wherever. Please feel free to honor us again."

The businessman gritted his teeth. He threw six gold coins at you, then stomped off toward the door. He swayed considerably and had great difficulty in not toppling over.

Without a goodbye, he went out. You didn't know whether to be happy or sad, because you had lost a customer.

You would have needed his money, but somehow you will manage without him. At least you hope that.