Tony took an inquisitive sip at his straw and gave an approving pout, though the bartender was already on to better things. Still more focused on the drink than the other man, however he wanted to say his name, Tony observed, "Leading with the fat jokes at the natives, nice, really going to weed out the competition." When he did turn back toward Pietro, he refrained from taking his hand to feel for himself exactly what house those pies had built and rubbed idly at his own stomach instead; he hadn't earned the honour. "So you're culturally really enthusiastic about pee?" he deducted.