"Wicked's hardly a child. And any kid who could kill me deserves a beer," he shrugged again, referring to the blonde boy with the sword. He'd watched him training in the gym with it (also, he'd seen the kid go through an exorcism and knew he was somehow tied up with S.H.I.E.L.D.) and the kid was no joke. He knew what he was doing and, secretly, Happy hoped he was with him if any of those monsters ever made it in here. He wasn't going to voice these thoughts to Pepper though, because they were dark and he was trying to keep the mood as light as possible given the circumstances. By way of apology for his offense in the father book, though, he leaned over and gave her a properly penitent kiss on the cheek and topped off what whiskey she'd just managed to drain from her glass.