Vincent pauses, then nods his head. "I'm sorry. That was an oversight." And he really means it too. Names have power. And there's the whole Asgard matter. Gods he envies you so much for having that real background, instead of just stories as a child.

"Yes, well..." He folds his arm, as his gaze drifts up and to the right a little bit. It's a tic of his when he's only half talking to the person in front of him, and half thinking out loud. "Stark's a brilliant man, but he's a brilliant salesman. Great engineer that he may be, and a very accommodating employer as well, to be fair, he still sees science in terms of products. 'Don't repair, replace.' I believe is how the modern advertising goes. That kind of repeated refitting can leave gaps in a system over time."

His focus returns to Niklas, and he jostles his bag, a very faint clinking of metal on metal to be heard. "Mind if I take a look?"

He pauses, then, a bit more quietly. "I'd like to do something beneficial for the Avengers."