Excuses on forehand for our accountant

Dear waitress,

I know we were quite a noisy bunch to begin with yesterday evening (you're right, you would never have guessed the bearded guy was our accountant, but then again, back in the day he was also R.'s landlord and has been a longtime friend since and on top of that shares R.'s taste for whisky so there you have it) and I know one of your colleagues had already been very helpful ordering that special Calvados for G. a few weeks back, but what I want to know right now:
Will you love me, will you love me forever, will you need me (50 points, anyone?)

Sorry.
Did he tip you ?

Coz I have a very awkward feeling he didn't.
He did pick up the bill first and wouldn't let me take a look at it, but I know what he's like.
Een centenneuker.
And i really did specifically inform whether he had tipped you, but he said he had taken care of everything.

Just to be sure, I am never showing my face in your (nice) restaurant again.
Or I'll come back on evenings, you're not working.