"I have laser eye beams you know. And I would assume you have junk. I have good aim."

He wouldn't threaten unless it's a yes, and it's both a friendly threat and a subject change.

Something's been stewing through all this conversation.

"You said you're a mutant, right? What's that mean? 'Cause I've only heard it in the giant, blobby monstrosity of nature caused by toxic waste kinda sense."