At least my shoes are supposed to have a purpose. [But he doesn't really care about arguing the point. He lifts his eyebrows and he even spins in a small circle so he can't be feeling too bad. He watches Bigby with his cigarette, seemingly taking in the image to try and figure out how to copy the technique himself. The cigarette from a few days ago is definitely hidden somewhere.]

Guess you and me both have to keep our heads down for a little bit. [A hand comes up to rub his nose, pressing down to check the swelling a bit.] Think you can do that?