It's so, so hard not to laugh or go beet red as Steve's phrasing dips straight into wish-fulfillment territory. Sean manages to splutter a little laugh, and to keep it down to a dull flush. God, does he know what he just said? He might, and he might be fucking with Sean. Or he might not too, it's hard to tell. He splits the difference, returning innuendo without being too explicit about it. "T-thanks, I'll take it anytime."

He's got a point about tuning it out. Sean knows he finds it hard to stay focused sometimes, since it's so hard to tell what's actually important, and what's just part of the endless barrage of meaningless information. Sometimes it's easier just to tune out entirely, and hope someone would fill you in on the important things later. It had been a pretty good system so far - he nearly always got what he needed to know about just by listening to other people talk.

"Alright, true, true, and it's good you get breaks. I don't know what it pays, but I expect it's not much if any. I know it's the right thing to do but... it's a lot to ask from handful of people. Still, glad you're doing it. And if by some freak accident I end up with powers of my own, I'll count on you to steer me in the right direction. Maybe get me a costume of my own, though god only knows what I'd dress myself up in." Sean snorts as a mental image comes swirling in. "If Victor wasn't such an ass, I'd get him to design something. He's good with that kind of thing. He's a for real artist you know, got his sculptures in a couple of buildings around town. Victor builds these huge uh- oh! Kinetic sculptures! Like, the ones that move around and uh, y'know, wind makes 'em move or they've got motors and stuff. It's really neat."