[It's a weak attempt and Spy is ready to pick it apart.]

T'ey did, but did you t'ink I'd keep it in a place t'ey would notice? Please.

Not only do you make t'e mistake of underestimating me, but you also play a poor game of trying to change t'e subject. Fellatio is not about t'e taste, mon petit.

[He grins, purring the nickname.]