He stops dead in mid-chew, raising an eyebrow and rolling one pupil in obvious distaste.

"Good EQUESTRIA how dry. Next you'll be telling me you write a journal and do every single tell someone gives you. My friend, you must get out of those doldrums! Order is such a drag, after all."

[Eyetwitch; whether this is because of his waning endurance for this duel or his exasperation at his obvious character foil, we will never know.]