"Just like," he agrees, still gleaming slightly, and then makes a face. "Do you remember that," very brief pause, "thing you left in my lab to be disposed of once?"
He shrugs, goring people with animal bits never having been a subject of particular interest.
"Won a bet," he answers distractedly at the waiter approaches, and before he quite manages to back away has captured his gaze, boring into him with icily intrusive vacuum eyes. And what have we here...