He rolls his eyes at the sight of the fancy can, but says nothing, opting instead to crack open his own when it's handed to him and taking a long sip. Daniel's question gains a lopsided smirk, and the beginnings of familiar cockiness -- some habits die really hard.

"Oh, you mean up to kick your ass like I should've the first time?"

Ha. He hadn't because it wasn't the Right thing to do, because despite all the lessons going after a guy who was already hurting, already shouldn't have been able to stand, hadn't sat right. He could have won, easiest thing in the world, but he'd kept it clean so he'd lost. As much as he bitched about the kick he knew Daniel had won fair and square.