Vincent grinned a little sheepishly when she returned his admittedly limited comic book knowledge to him twofold.  He wasn't embarrassed exactly, but he didn't know if he could compete with someone who know as much as Penelope seemed to about comic book fandom.<br/><br/>It only took a couple strides to catch up to walk behind her. He chuckled quietly to himself and thought<span style="font-style: italic">Fuck it, I'll tell her, it'll probably amuse her to know. </span><br/><br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #008000">About talking about whatever you want, Madam Axe Murderer. If I give a command or say something meant as a command, I guarantee you'll most likely obey. Ask me why</span></span>," he said grinning more than a little wickedly.  T<span style="font-style: italic">his oughta be good </span>he thought as they came to a stop at the elevator doors.<br/><br/>He wasn't usually as open with all of his abilities upfront with someone he'd just met, but at this point he didn't figure it could hurt anything. He tried to ignore the audible growling of his stomach just then.