Hey, he talks to Steven more than he talks to anyone else. And he doesn't just sit and try to bore holes through him with his eyes, right? Step up, in his option. He shakes his head, giving a wry smile at that. "You don't want to do that. Don't be like me."

Even if Steven could maybe stand to to get so worked up all the time, maybe. He doesn't want him hiding anything, not really.

"Nah, not that young. She insisted skeleton... and I mean, c'mon, man. We have ghosts here, apparently, so why not skeletons?" He shrugs his shoulders.

"As far as that goes, we got like-- robots on the Avengers back home." Androids. Whatever. Had them, at least. And alien attacks.