If by "gloat" you mean "projectile vomit all over everything in a five-foot radius," then yes, there will probably be some of that going on in the near future. He gives Squalo a much paler imitation of the cocky grin he was sporting at the beginning of this little venture, but says nothing, because he's afraid that more than words are going to come out if he opens his mouth.

Woozily Jamie gives the next bottle a twirl. He can't even bear to watch it spinning because it exacerbates the horrible pukey feeling threatening to overwhelm him, but he really hopes it doesn't land on him again.