"Well, not a problem. I don't have kids. And I don't know when my own birthday is, so looks like you're safe on both hands."
He shrugged, feeling kind of shitty that he'd been staring at the guy. John knew what it felt like to be different and he didn't want to be the asshole who called someone out on that.
"Nice suit. Superhero-y. Are you a superhero?"
Because seriously, why not? He knew there were some of them here and there was no reason this guy could't be one of them.