He's got a mouthful of curry when she asks, and has to make his way through it somewhat hastily before he can answer.

"Mm--no, I'm okay for now." He pauses for a second, and then, because there's always a random thought somewhere that gets through his filter: "John must not have told you what happened last time we had curry and coke. It's why I'm not allowed back into that one art gallery in Soho."