"Thank you, sir. If that is how you want to be addressed, that is." The last was the first hint of uncertainty. He really did not have the greatest social skills, but his politeness usually made up for the fact, along with his ability to observe others and pick up on their emotional energy.
He started toward the seating area, settling on the edge of a comfortable chair. "My main concern was already answered on the phone. I follow a path that would make certain occupations impossible for me. But, you have a reputation. I find it unlikely you would be putting together a team that does not follow similar moral as you possess."
"But, I do have one curiosity. Do you think I can truly be of help on a team? Compared to many out there, I have..." He fold his hands together. "I think the word is mediocrity." Connor was extremely humble when it came to his skills. He understood he was very human. (He was getting over a cold, even.) The young man had also made the mistake of overestimating himself against the Iron Monkey. The hard lesson concerning pride had been taken to heart.