[ Johnny, to his credit, looks endlessly smug (and a few shades shy of practically preening -- look, when you're Johnny Storm, you get used to a certain level of attention from people). There'll probably be enough time to catch more of those glimpses of dickbaggery if they're in the same court, but so far, Johnny doesn't mind the company, even if it's currently male.

He's interesting, that's what matters. ] Well, hey, I'm way better than a matchstick. [ But oh, color him impressed -- he doesn't even hide it as he leans forward, grinning. ] Cool. Bet you're hell with a soccer ball. Me? Saved the world from getting eaten by some huge dude with a weight problem, then saved myself from someone who wanted to be married. Possibly to me. [ And Johnny Storm is positively allergic to that. He shrugs. ] It's been a long day, although I haven't kicked critters into walls yet. What's your name?