He narrows his eyes at that, glancing down at his decidedly not flat stomach and looks back at her with an arched brow. "Don't think that's gonna work for me, sorry. The last time I went to the gym, it was to ask for change for the snack machine." In his defense, the gym-goers in the Shatterdome had been super intense, especially with the entirety of the Team Russia group dominating most of the machines. He's always been far more than content being mentally actively anyway but hey, he'd managed to outrun a baby kaiju so he's clearly not in the most terrible shape he could be.

"A zillion blood samples and internal examinations, hmm? You might sing a different tune if I actually try those things." He notes the pause, smiling to himself at the thought of what she might say--something sexual, he's guessing, and he's not exactly opposed to that. "Anything?"