*oh, knows very well that Arda!you would be sending him home in a sack with Technicolor bruises* *is therefore sincerely gracious:* Consider it chalked.
*catches the bottle with a nod of thanks and downs a good swig before shooting you a wry look* Slacking off, right. Nothing like getting your guts diced and rearranged to keep you out of the gym for a little while.