Not quite ready to take on the Muscles from Brussels, and truth be told, these are my muscles, not Casius', but I'll share with him until the second plate arrives.
Can you hear that tsking in the background? Yes, I know what's really happening here, and how Casius is too reserved to let me know. He's inspecting the muscles to be sure they're up to standards. Otherwise, my delicate palette could be discomforted. Oh what a nightmare that would be.