"Hey, I'm not trying to rub it in or anything. Stylists are competitive, is all. I just think it was a wasted opportunity." He heaves his shoulders in a shrug, looking as sympathetic and mournful as possible.

..Until he gets a hand shake and he's shaking it as enthusiastically as possible, flashing his pearly whites when he does.

"Of course I do. So I think we can both safely say the pleasure is all mine."