When she would tap his chest, she would get a dull thumping noise as the center of his chest had a soft glowing triangle embedded into the center, and he half-grinned a little. "It's better than Iron. Much, much stronger than Iron. Iron Man's just sort of a nickname, sort of a moniker of sorts. I could snap a sword like a twig wearing it."

Taking a bite, he leaned back in his chair. "I once fought a guy, who turned into a giant hulking rage monster. He and I beat up each other in the streets of Johannesburg. He was big, green, muscular... he could smash buildings with a single clap of his pinky fingers. Me? I brought out the biggest suit I could and smashed his face in until he went to sleep. It took out about twenty square blocks of street corners before I could get Bruce to calm down."