"Never have I ever gotten stronger than my attendant."
Play “Never Have I Ever” with my muse! - accepting
He snorts, only vaguely aware that it's a rather undignified response to such an idea, and thus the fifth shot is taken.
Turning to Beerus fully, he sets the glass down (perhaps a little harder than he meant to, if the definite 'thunk' it makes is any indication), blinking slowly.
"Well... I mean yeah, I guess. If you wanna be technical or.. whatever, you’re right. Doesn’t mean I can’t admire what ‘e’s got though, right?
There’s a bit of snickering that follows.
“--good thing I can say yes to this one though, huh? ‘cause if you were stronger than Whis, we’d all prob’ly be fucked.”