"I'm more than pretty enough," Quill said, sniffing slightly, like he was vaguely offended that John didn't think so. But all that really mattered in terms of his looks was that Gamora thought he was -- and she did. She even said so sometimes. Usually followed by telling him how soft and also pink he was. He dug it.
But then they were both staring like idiots at that space tiger with its inexplicable space helmet, and it was a good question John posed. How had they gotten it on the thing? And how did it eat? Was it a real tiger, or something that just looked like one? "I wonder if it talks," he said after a long, curious beat where all he could do was drink and keep on looking.