[If Stephen senses her hesitation about him knowing of her, he doesn't show it: if she has questions about her future, or Earth's future in general, he might have some answers for her. If she'll like them or not is an entire other story, however.
Her story does bring an amused smile on his face. And more information about this 'Vision' he's heard of, the keeper of the Mind Stone.]
So he can phase through matter, [he says flatly, though it makes it clear that he's not familiar with all of the android's powers. Still, Wanda's story is amusing, and embarrassing, and if it managed to make him imagine her naked, well, it's something between Stephen and his imagination, for nothing of the sort shows on his face.]
Charming fella, I'm sure. [That part is said with equal amount of snark and amusement: it's hard for the sorcerer to envision someone with so little social skills.
He seems to think for a moment, taking a sip of his water before offering his own story:]
I have a few good stories, but most might not be...first date worthy of telling. [A small smirk.]
When I was still doing my residency in surgery, before becoming a neurosurgeon, I was on call one Halloween night, and decided to hit this fancy party anyway. I didn't drink, just in case I was called in, but still dressed up the part. Let's just say that I nearly gave a heart attack to the woman I called in for when she saw me dressed as a barbarian warrior.
[The Arnold Schwarzenegger style too: a short leather pang and fuzzy boots were all that he had when he had came in; he'd lost the helmet somewhere during the evening.]
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Her story does bring an amused smile on his face. And more information about this 'Vision' he's heard of, the keeper of the Mind Stone.]
So he can phase through matter, [he says flatly, though it makes it clear that he's not familiar with all of the android's powers. Still, Wanda's story is amusing, and embarrassing, and if it managed to make him imagine her naked, well, it's something between Stephen and his imagination, for nothing of the sort shows on his face.]
Charming fella, I'm sure. [That part is said with equal amount of snark and amusement: it's hard for the sorcerer to envision someone with so little social skills.
He seems to think for a moment, taking a sip of his water before offering his own story:]
I have a few good stories, but most might not be...first date worthy of telling. [A small smirk.]
When I was still doing my residency in surgery, before becoming a neurosurgeon, I was on call one Halloween night, and decided to hit this fancy party anyway. I didn't drink, just in case I was called in, but still dressed up the part. Let's just say that I nearly gave a heart attack to the woman I called in for when she saw me dressed as a barbarian warrior.
[The Arnold Schwarzenegger style too: a short leather pang and fuzzy boots were all that he had when he had came in; he'd lost the helmet somewhere during the evening.]