He shakes his head, but he's still smiling like he knows a private joke and a secret that they're just not talking about. "I think you were trying to get a rise out of me," is what he says, eyes glimmering with amusement, seeing as it had worked and he'd very much enjoyed it.

"I mean it, though. We should wrestle. See who could win." It'll be Faraday, he knows, but if Vasquez has his lasso, maybe he can stand his ground.