[Alright, so maybe there was more definition there than he gave him credit for. But that was simply for the sheer lack of fat on his scrawny body.] I at least have something of a layer of fat. You're so ropey.

You underestimate my skills and determination and for that I'm offended.

[Admittedly he hadn't gotten that far into the bottle. Plum wine wasn't something you chugged. But it'd been nice to sit and nurse it whilst scrolling through his planner.]

... I'm not sure. I'll get back to you on that one.