This is, un/fortunately for all parties, exactly the wrong thing to say if you want Dustin to act like anyone other than himself. Even three sheets to the wind, it seems, he's capable of being sanctimonious.

"Then I'm a chicken," he replies calmly, putting up a placating hand. He may not be easily goaded, but he's also not aiming to be anything short of gracious. "Thank you for playing with me, Marty, but you're my second."

He glances back up at Noah before elaborating, "I'm not going to kiss anyone on my squad."

It's not a deliberate criticism of anyone in the room —he's only thinking about himself in this moment and, even if that weren't the case, he'd never hold another team to the same standards as his own— but that probably didn't make it any less aggravating to hear.