Tobias might have made a slight face at the description of the rad-mutants, but he didn't say anything. He'd seen some awful things in his time, but the one thing he knew about a pissing contest like that was how dubious an honor it was to really win. Not to mention, it wasn't really something he enjoyed thinking about, surprise surprise.
He couldn't stop a low chuckle at the comment about keeping away from women, shaking his head a little to himself. "Probably for the best. Even if she can't kick your ass, she's got about two dozen siblings and cousins who would. You're married to the mob, in a way."
The Look, in Tobias' opinion, had actually served its purpose- he didn't want to know about the killing Marco'd done. He knew enough about the both of them to know that Marco could take care of himself by whatever means necessary, he didn't need it charted out. The shield was as good a diversion as any, and he nodded, having to scoff another sort of laugh. "One of the best things about knowing comic book heroes, is getting to use the toys. There's truth rays, telepathy-inducing amulets, hoverboards, at least one sonic screwdriver. It almost makes me pity them a little, that they need all the hardware, you know?" That, obviously, was sarcasm, but really- they'd managed to save the planet with just a little intuition, and a few painful hours as animals. If they'd had lightsabers and their own spacecraft, well, things probably would have gone a lot faster.