He smiled a little watching the two interact, watching Mao as he climbed behind him to use as a shield. "Only one place I want some tongue and it ain't yours." he joked, teasing Vic a little bit. "Wish I had that kind of crazy flexibility." He told Mao; he was always limber but his built upper body didn't allow him to stretch like Mao had so easily done. And he began to think about it; that song that he sang. So if Wade showed him how to do the Palm of Death to someone's sternum, Mao could replicate and execute it? Would it be in the same force?
"If your abilities are anything that I'm thinking they are, I think you'd make a good training partner. You know. If I could keep your attention for more than twenty seconds, Shrimp." Yeah, shrimp, he liked that nickname too. Better than Hyper, though both of them were true. "I'll call you Ebi, Mao. Means Shrimp. You can call me Asshole American or something if you want." He shrugged. "Never one for politics, me, unless I was shish-kobobing them with my katanas. Politician assassinations paid lots of money. I'm guessing I don't get any cash for being here, huh? Like a... gladiator prison."
Wade gestured to the case that Vic had been holding. "That a game?" He asked, cocking his head to the side a bit. "Never played any kind of games before, always too damn poor for TV or all those game consoles and stuff so I don't even know what's out. They... make a game where you kill hookers?" he laughed, "Or is Mao just making that up again?"
He paused for a moment, looking behind him to make sure Mao wasn't doing anything before looking up at Vic again. "I can tell you I should have died in that arena and that I don't deserve to be here, but, that's my opinion, right? I am in good company. But don't come to my room in the middle of the night and try to kill me or I'll scream 'I don't want to die in my jammies!' in a high pitched girl voice and draw all kinds of attention to me before anyone gets to kill me. I'm a light sleeper." He joked.