"Secret organizations do tend to want to keep injuries down. And deaths. Chipping a sentient being, though, ow. What do you do if you can't bite?"
Considering the small amount in his own glass, it wouldn't be all that impressive to down it. And it'd probably burn going down anyway. He looks at Spike, mildly impressed, and drinks his slower. "And to think, we could've had ourselves a pub brawl."