Doom made no comment on the armor other than folding his arms. He did not want to get into a comparison of armor specs. That was not his purpose here. Besides, he was confident his was superior. As far as the mention of his wearing it, the armor was fairly part of his identity. It would be much less expected if he did not wear it.
However, the alcohol did interest him. So he moved to the bottles while listening, picking the one from Finland up. He did have a weakness for fine wine, and drank a cup at least three times a day. He lifted a towel that was surely there among the selection to cradle the wine bottle with one gauntlet. Quickly cut through the foil. Without even looking at the corkscrew, the other gauntlet pinched the cork free with a loud thop! A sniff and nod, he set the bottle down and started to place the aerator over the top. "Very fine."
He turned to face Lex, wine to his lips. The mask filtered the drink in easily, though he had to be more careful setting glass to metal (there was a reason he preferred his metal goblets). And while his mask was always a constant scowl, his eyes showed no such thing. "Yes, they did. They were at least not too egotistical to realize that they needed the most brilliant. A rare occurrence for Richards. Your assessment is also correct. Scientists often do not have all the data that they require. It would become much like a disastrous biosphere experiment left to those two alone. They also are much too optimistic about the nature of people. They are evolving, but will not evolve soon enough to collaborate to save their home and themselves from utter disaster."
He paced across the room, wine swirling gently in its glass. "So as much as I loathe that man, I am inclined to join for the sake of humanity. I may be opposed to Richards and his fumbling ways; I have never been opposed to helping the planet." He looked over the city briefly, then back to the building's owner. "I am only hoping that we are not moving too late. There has been... new data introduced."