The horrible part is that deep down Kyle really doesn't mind getting so worked up. Life is much simpler when he's angry.

Kyle snorts. Rabble. Nobody says rabble unless they're LARPing as a medieval king. And Shakespearean soliloquy? Kyle is beginning to suspect that underneath his I'm-too-cool-for-your-mainstream-culture haircut and irritating confidence this guy might be a nerd.

Kyle watches that pink energy crackle with some surprise, because it really is something he doesn't see every day, but it's also a far cry from the weirdest thing he's ever seen. At Quentin's threat he bares his teeth in a smile as genuinely happy as it is savage. "Guess we'll see which one of us needs medical attention first," he says.

He stops when Quentin does and rolls his eyes. "That wouldn't be fair," he says, as if trying to take on someone with superpowers could possibly be considered an evenly matched fight in any way. "I just wanna try something era appropriate. It's not like I regularly get to trip through time. And it's not like I'm gonna get hammered, jeez." Not much of a drinker, this one.