[ Oh, Johnny Storm is trouble, what can he say? He gives her a quick once-over, lazily appreciative. Pretty, relatively no-nonsense; and dropping a stranger's name into the mix, what? He tilts his head and smiles, holding out his hand. ]

Nope. Name's Johnny Storm, or you could call me the Human Torch. [ He shrugs easily, taking a sip of his drink. ] But let's say I'm this guy you said I'm not. What kind of trouble would I looking at?