It takes him just a second, but the eye joke is appreciated with a delighted grin. You know, this spider could probably pull off some cooking demonstrations. Nothing so dazzlingly performative as his own work, but there's some potential here. Lotta arms, lotta eyes, lotta determination, it's a viable brand.

"Sure, doesn't sound like too much work for ol Taako. Especially if I get paid with the results." Won't have to twist his arm; at this point, any booze he doesn't make himself is good booze. And skilled booze is even better. Stricter negotiation doesn't seem wholly necessary. "We're probably in this for awhile. I guess I've kind of accepted that?" He eyes absolutely nothing in the distance, delivering this news with an air of slightly tipsy secrecy, before his attention returns to Muffet entirely. "So there's your discount."