[O' Halone. The other idiot has emerged. And what a thing to ask about. It's pretty obvious he's none too appreciative about the question, with how his voice is firm, flat, and quit obviously filled with irritation.]

I see little and less how that concerns you. If you truly wish to know, ask him yourself.

[A pause, before adding:]

Somehow 'tis little surprise that neither of you can hold your liquor. Naught but children.