"Spar." It spills from his lips before he can stop it. Is this because of that comment he made about Natasha? His eyebrows knit together, but he decides it's safer to take a sip of coffee rather than answer right away. "Is this about injuring my manly pride? Because I'm pretty sure you've crippled it enough for one day." He isn't upset at all, though it might sound as though he is. Mostly he's just... weary. It's hard for him to stay this social for this long as interesting as he finds the person he's with. Which is very, at the moment.