So that's a sore spot, which says as much as an actual answer would. He's not one to begrudge a spot of vanity, even if he doesn't share it; it's enough to make an educated guess, at any rate, sliding his original estimate a bit older. But really, it's an academic matter; it doesn't have much effect on his overall opinion of the other man.

"Fair enough," he answers, diplomatically not making a guess aloud, though he doesn't apologise for the intrusive query, either. Turnabout is always fair, after all.

There's a vague twitch of a smile on his face, a hint of teasing in his tone.

"Next question?"