The bite had been slowed by her confession of her licking all of the items and a distinct frown of disgust was present. Course, that wasn't reason enough to make him spit out the bite. Instead he took another bite of the sandwich with a defiant and slightly aggressive response - a cheeky grin present.
"Busy," he offered, "Last minute halloween shoppers keep taking all of our Boo Billygoat Tails..." He motioned to what she'd classified hairy slinkies. "That's the second barrel I've had to fill today." Her offer of the thermos was followed by him taking the entire thing and drinking straight from it. Afterwards he wiped his mouth with his own sleeve. "What about you? Harpies trade you for a better player yet?" He handed the thermos back.