Really, Really, Really, Really

This young Latino guy came in. 

I said, "Hi, how can I help you?"

He said, "What kinda massages you got here?"
I said, "Our list of services and rates are on the menu with brief descriptions under them." 

I pointed to the menu. I already had this bad vibe from him when he said, "What kinda massages..."

He looked it over, and said, "That's it?"
I said, "Oh, no, we have skin care services as well," and pointed to the Esthetician's menu.
He said, "Is that it?"
I said, "Well, you looked at both the menus, I guess that is it."
He said, "Is there touching?"

I paused, thinking quick on how I was going to reply without sounding like a big smartass. 

I said, "Look, if what you are asking for is illegal, no we don't provide it."
He said, "Really?"
I said, "Really."
He said, "Really?"
I said, "Really."
He said, "Really?"
I said, "Dude, do I look like I'm playing? Please ask me again so I can say Really again."
He said, "I'm not a cop."
I said, "Neither am I, but I was licensed through the Vice, so my boss is a cop. Now you wanna keep asking for illegal activity?"
He said, "For reals?"

I wanted to smack him. 

I said, "I'm not answering anymore of your stupid questions. Have a nice day."