[Realizing that his aborted pre-thievery must have gone unnoticed, Tuco's face relaxes into an easy smile. He gives the offered hand a shake, slapping his other one on top of Niko's knuckles.]

Good! Very good! [He punctuates with a flash of teeth.] Yeah, yeah... it's like my father used to say: "El que más temprano se moja, más tiempo tiene para secarse." [He pauses self-indulgently before translating.] He who gets wet earliest has most time to dry!

...A little like today, no?

[In case it isn't crystal clear that his earlier failings aren't his chosen order of small-talk for the day, he moves straight on, pointing to Niko's jacket.]

And what's this, huh?