The sorcerer laughs, startled but amused. It's true: compared to some of the physical specimens on that team, he's practically spindly. Tall but lean, and clearly built more for the library than the gym. He taps his greying temple with an index finger. "I use my brain, Maximoff, which is a far more powerful muscle."
A pause. No, he can't let that sit. With a fleeting, mock-pained look, he continues: "Actually, that's false. The most powerful muscle in the human body is the heart, if we go by the definition of performing the most physical work in a lifetime — or the masseter, our jaw muscle, if we go by exerting maximum force on an external object. Anyway. Point stands, yes, it was Thor, yes mead was involved, and no, I'm not getting into it."
Stephen's chatty, apparently, once you get him going. He practically couldn't shut up when he'd first arrived at Kamar-Taj; kept interrupting group meditation sessions with quips, jokes, commentary. No wonder it had gotten on the other sorcerers' nerves so well.
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A pause. No, he can't let that sit. With a fleeting, mock-pained look, he continues: "Actually, that's false. The most powerful muscle in the human body is the heart, if we go by the definition of performing the most physical work in a lifetime — or the masseter, our jaw muscle, if we go by exerting maximum force on an external object. Anyway. Point stands, yes, it was Thor, yes mead was involved, and no, I'm not getting into it."
Stephen's chatty, apparently, once you get him going. He practically couldn't shut up when he'd first arrived at Kamar-Taj; kept interrupting group meditation sessions with quips, jokes, commentary. No wonder it had gotten on the other sorcerers' nerves so well.