You would think that someone with a brain like a super-computer would be able to have a better poker face, but his brows rose and he openned his mouth to say something. Glancing out to the dance floor and then back to Danny, his hand flexed a bit on the glass..not out of paranoia, but out of just sheer shock. He cleared his throat and that articulate bass rolled forth from his full lips, leaning in a bit while he squinted just slightly. That was how you KNEW he was curious, he usually only did that move in the lab.
"I'm sorry. Have we met, Mr. Taylor?"
He also tended to forget that he had been declared in the city, he didn't leave to fake his death or even assume that would happen. He was so caught up in his power and researching the source of it that he had almost forgotten himself for a year, then he had decided to take his investigations around the world. He took a gulp from the alcoholic concoction and then set it back down on the bar, hand still wrapped around the cool glasss.
His mind began to whirl quickly, sorting through names and faces at an alarming rate while he waited on the man's response. Danny Taylor, he was a reporter, right? Had they gone to the university together? No, he didn't remember him..definitely not on the baseball team. No, he'd seen him on the news..he was an anchor now. How did Danny know him?
Of course, thinking super fast didn't mean he wasn't dense at times.