 Why does Chip seem to enjoy talking to Retief?
Magnan leaned back, waiting for Retief's reaction. Retief drew carefully on his cigar and looked at Magnan. "This is open aggression, Retief," he said, "in case I haven't made myself clear. "All right, Mr. Councillor," Retief said. "This is no occasion for flippancy, Retief. "If it's trapped for destruction, I suppose—" "I've heard of these Jorgensen's Worlds," Retief said. Overall policy calls for a defense of these backwater worlds. Otherwise the Corps would allow history to follow its natural course, as always." Retief opened the envelope Magnan handed him and looked at the tickets inside. "Filled up. "If I have to come around this counter," Retief said, "I'll feed that thumb to you the hard way." "But—" Retief picked up his suitcase and walked away toward the glare sign reading To Gates 16-30 . Retief followed the signs, threaded his way through crowds, found a covered ramp with the number 228 posted over it. Retief put his suitcase carefully on the floor, took a step and drove a right into the guard's midriff. "Which way to cabin fifty-seven, son?" Retief asked. Retief made his way along the narrow hall, found signs, followed them to cabin fifty-seven. A tall, florid man with an expensive coat belted over a massive paunch stood in the open door, looking at Retief.
 He doesn’t like the captain and likes that Retief doesn’t like him either.
 He thinks that Retief will be able to overthrow the captain.  He’s the cook, and generally nice to those he serves.  As he says, he likes to see a “feller” eat and enjoys cooking for him.  He doesn’t like the captain and likes that Retief doesn’t like him either.