[The phone goes back into his pocket, and he's going to grab a slice of pizza for himself. He glances at the mayo and fish again, before deciding to be adventurous and grabbing one of the more exotic looking ones. Some sort of sausage...the tomato sauce smells nice, at least.]

What does it matter to you? You've never given a shit one way or another, as long as it didn't affect my work as your attack dog.