"What? Zorro?" Adam asked, frowning. What would have given that impression. No, Zorro definitely had some weird little facial hair, didn't he? Adam didn't have weird little facial hair. He didn't think. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I'm not Zorro. I am... Tall, dark, and handsome. The personification thereof. And you --" He pointed at Gerard. "Stop knocking my flattery. As somebody who is technically a federal agent I feel it is my duty to inform you that the vast majority of federal agents are old and woefully unattractive. And usually wrinkled. In the clothes department, but also sometimes in the skin department, being old." What was his point again?
He opened his mouth to say something else to Gerard but he was left startled and blinking as Gerard stomped off toward William to do... whatever it was that he was going to do. About the screechy thing. The noise was kind of worse than the horrible noises that Muggle musical instruments occasionally made (or often made, if the bands were bad).
On the other hand, Mikey was flustered, and it was adorable. Mikey was doing a really good job at being adorable. It was great. Adam wanted to pat him on the head and maybe pinch his cheeks. "Zorro? I don't know how to explain Zorro," Adam said, then sighed. "Spencer, explain Zorro. You brought him up."