Duck was almost always agreeable. Of course there were some things he got stubborn about, but for the most part he just went with the flow, content to let other people be all authoritative and decision-making.
"Concussion beams, energy absorption - that's where the food comes in - kinetic absorption and self-detonation," Duck said cheerfully as he pumped Lance's hand with enthusiasm. He had a fairly strong grip despite his weedy appearance. While he had some mixed feelings about his powers, such as the damage they could cause, and his ever-present fear that he won't reform after detonating, he saw no point in being cagey about what he could do. Wasn't it better that Lance know, so he didn't accidentally set something off? "If you hit me, I would be stronger, but that's cheating a bit isn't it?"
"Um, well..." he scratched the back of his head, making his dandelion-fluff hair stand up even more wildly. "I'm not looking to be some sort of Schwarzenegger, but just a bit less of a limp noodle? If that makes sense?"