"Fair," he agrees, because there are definitely better things he could fuck, and grins as Xanxus pours himself some booze too. They're clearly the picture of functioning adults, starting the day with tequila. Then he flips him the bird. "Wow, how did you know I have a portrait of your dick in my wallet?"

...alright, no. His grin actually fades away and he sort of stares at Xanxus with a bit of disgust, because yeah, he's already remembered that guy. And that he hates his guts. Not the name, though. But this is enough for him to get offended.

And since he's still brainwashed, he's going to do the unimaginable and actually smack Xanxus over the head with the magazine. "VOOOOIII!! Like hell I'd celebrate something that pathetic!!"