A wry smirk crossed the technician's face. "A hammer. Yeah. Totally not compensating for anything at all..." he rolled his eyes.
"I don't get the magic thing but... where you're from, its real, it works, and its considered less manly than beating something with a club..." he cringed. "Now that makes total fuckin' sense doesn't it?!? I know, I won't use something that works because if I do, it might make others suspect I don't have a penis!!!" [/sarcasm]
He scoffed at the comment that no men on Asgard desire other men. "Ha ha fucking ha. Seriously, they're totally fuckin' lying. Ninety percent of the time, difference between a hetero and a bi dude is about three glasses of beer. Give or take depending on the strength of beer and size of the glass."
"Sansordinn..." he muses as he wraps his lips around the unfamiliar term. "I think the way we say it is 'making you my bitch.' Never got that.. I always thought people should screw who they liked! If you wanna beat someone up you wanna stick a sword into them, not a cock!"
Baird nods. "It's been good so far... thanks. Name's Damon. Damon Baird."