He smirked and flipped his hair in an overly-dramatic fashion. "This hair is nigh-indestructible." He grinned. "But you'd be surprised what you can make a weapon out of if you're creative enough."

He takes another sip of his beer, then raises his bottle, getting the attention of one of the waitresses who nods and is off to get him another. While waiting, he asks something he's always wondered about.

"What were you like... before... everything? Before you had to become 'just that good'?"