"Ah, you know businesspeople? That's interesting. I'm looking to start a business myself, which is why I came to New York." Alexander said as Marcelo ordered. When the waiter turned to him, Alexander ordered the lobster bisque and a water, before returning to his conversation.

"I'm Greek." Alexander said simply. It was true enough, being an Olympian and considering the location of the portal to Olympus.

"I've heard stories about Tony Stark, not all of them bad and you're right. There's no reason to try to outdo the man; he's not a spring chicken anymore and he's going to have to hang it up sooner or later. If someone with his drive and ability comes along, they'll have no problem matching or exceeding his success." Alexander said, taking another sip of tea. He liked watching the wheels in this man's head work as he tried to figure out just what was going on.

He also had to admit that he dug Marcelo's hairstyle. Few could pull off such a style but he did it well. He looked like he'd be fun to design for.

"What kind of business do you do, if you don't mind my asking?"