“Thanks, that’s my good luck taken care of. I’ll return the ‘riches’ to your garden later.” The man grabbed chips of the same high value as Gilgamesh’s as he spoke.
I’ll return them to your garden.
Hearing that turn of phrase, Gilgamesh questioned the stranger:
“Oh-ho, eavesdropping on me talking to myself earlier, were you?”
“Talking to yourself ? You sure about that?” With an easy smile, the man turned his gaze to  Tine, who was still standing behind Gilgamesh. “It’s past midnight. Shouldn’t you let the young lady there get some sleep soon?”
...!
Tine gasped at the sudden attention, but it appeared that she was still invisible to the dealer and the other customers. She tilted her head in puzzlement at the eye patched man’s words. “I see, it appears you are no ordinary mongrel. Name yourself,” Gilgamesh questioned, flashing an arrogant smile. The eyepatched man had caught his interest.

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 2, Chapter 3 ("Day 1, Early Dawn")