He snorts a bit of a laugh at the boobs on the radio bit. Yes, yes, he gets the joke, he is still a dude. No heart for twelve years doesn't mean no lewd sense of humor.

"Sliming people, huh?" Another snort of laughter and he takes another bite of his sandwich, shaking his head. "Now there's a superpower I'm not sure I'd ever want. Though I guess slime has its advantageous merits." He wags a finger. "If you get your head stuck in a railing, nobody'll need to butter it to get you free."

Not that that ever happened to him. Never. Nope.

"Frog whispering seems a little more niche, though," he admits, looking perhaps a little disproportionately contemplative. "Not sure how well that one would stack up in a superhero audition."