[His fingers moved across the back of her hand, not at all impeding her from moving it away, but when she didn't, his fingers smoothed along her wrist. He hummed low in his throat, and reached out to fill his glass again, though it probably wasn't necessary giving how pleasantly buzzed he was.]

I wouldn't want to make a spectacle. I ain't a fair fighter, and who wants to watch to ordinary people duke it out when there are enhanced? You guys are a hundred times more entertaining.

[The drunker he became, the less fucks he gave about what he looked like. So if he was leaning across the space slouching his way in his direction, he didn't care one bit. Though, her comment had him sitting up a bit more, blinking owlishly at her.]

There's a superhero called Captain Tightass? God, I need to meet him.