Oh my god, the way his stomach twisted- There was the fizzle and pop of static with the way the colors shifted across his face, a bright cyan hue. It left him numb to the grab, the cheeky little pinch.

"I'm-" Whoa. Too lofi. Let's refresh with a blink, try that again. Pride. Cocky pride. That's his go-to way of smoothing the speed bumps-

"You realize I've had Pentagram City in the palm of my hand for over fifty years, right? I'm a household name. You focus on your end of things."