[Spy gives an appreciative hum, that purr still resonating in his throat.]

Oh, but you asked for it. I love it when my partner can take whatever it is I dish out.

[Playing on the whole food deal here. Spy started this game, and he'll damn well finish it a winner. He picks up another portion of food and brings it up to Scout's lips.]

Put t'at mout' of yours to good use. Come on, make us bot' 'appy.