[Quentin can't help the snort that slips out with the guess at his age. You know what? Point to the kid, he's got a sense of timing. If he knew the kid wanted to chuck a robot at his head, he'd be amused by the sheer bloodthirstiness.]
Hey, I don't look a day over thirty, thank you. [He's 39, and lying brazenly as he lazily points at Gregory. Quentin makes very sure to keep his arm close to his body, though. He doesn't know where this kid has been or if he'll bite.] If I look this good at a hundred, that'll be a thing for the books. Some homegrown super soldier thing in the making.
[Then the last part registers.]
...Animatronics. Is that what they're calling them these days? I'm surprised SI isn't suing your pants off for slander, or for not being creative enough with the name.
[He tries to keep his tone nonchalant as he shifts his focus back to the cabinet, but 'creative' has a certain bitterness dripping from it. Quentin is mildly- no, majorly incensed that even Stark's bullshit Iron Legion turned evil has been given a kiddish term to lessen the weight of it. It's like the Blip bullshit all over again.]
Don't see why a kid like you would have the Legion on your back. Unless you're Spider-Man or something. You seem a little short for him, though.
[Quentin's tone is dubious, but honestly he wouldn't be surprised to learn Gregory stumbled into some misappropriated tech or an illegal dumpsite or something. That sounded like something his ex-employers would do, only to play innocent afterwards. As for the jab at Parker- well. He's allowed to amuse himself.]
But hey. I guess if you outran that shi- stuff, what do I know? I'm just an old man, right? But riddle me this, though- what happens when your legs give out? The monster's reach is a little too long? What if...
[Quentin pauses for dramatic effect, closing his eyes as if recalling some age-old regret. When he continues to speak, he's laced his voice with the kind of dread he'd once spoken of fake monsters with. He's allowed to try and freak the kid out a little, not a jerk move at all.]
...the monsters are already in here with us? What then?
3 more layers of casual misunderstanding later... enjoy a drama man
Hey, I don't look a day over thirty, thank you. [He's 39, and lying brazenly as he lazily points at Gregory. Quentin makes very sure to keep his arm close to his body, though. He doesn't know where this kid has been or if he'll bite.] If I look this good at a hundred, that'll be a thing for the books. Some homegrown super soldier thing in the making.
[Then the last part registers.]
...Animatronics. Is that what they're calling them these days? I'm surprised SI isn't suing your pants off for slander, or for not being creative enough with the name.
[He tries to keep his tone nonchalant as he shifts his focus back to the cabinet, but 'creative' has a certain bitterness dripping from it. Quentin is mildly- no, majorly incensed that even Stark's bullshit Iron Legion turned evil has been given a kiddish term to lessen the weight of it. It's like the Blip bullshit all over again.]
Don't see why a kid like you would have the Legion on your back. Unless you're Spider-Man or something. You seem a little short for him, though.
[Quentin's tone is dubious, but honestly he wouldn't be surprised to learn Gregory stumbled into some misappropriated tech or an illegal dumpsite or something. That sounded like something his ex-employers would do, only to play innocent afterwards. As for the jab at Parker- well. He's allowed to amuse himself.]
But hey. I guess if you outran that shi- stuff, what do I know? I'm just an old man, right? But riddle me this, though- what happens when your legs give out? The monster's reach is a little too long? What if...
[Quentin pauses for dramatic effect, closing his eyes as if recalling some age-old regret. When he continues to speak, he's laced his voice with the kind of dread he'd once spoken of fake monsters with. He's allowed to try and freak the kid out a little, not a jerk move at all.]
...the monsters are already in here with us? What then?
[Someone give him an Oscar, he has EARNED it.]