[Well, they're both wearing souvenirs from the fight, so he won't mention anything... yet. If it lingers into the next day, he might just make a comment.

Spy snorts.] Is t'at supposed to be me? Why don't you stick to somet'ing you're good at?

[Another pause to eat, because he's not a fucking animal, unlike some people.]

You will 'ave to refresh my memory on t'at one, 'owever.