"So-" He strides up, wiping his hands clean of the near perpetual layer of ash and sooth that comes from working in a forge all the live long day, night, and part of the next day while his good ole fountain of youth boon lasts. "You and Dr. Banner have a date for getting him good and toasted but here's the thing. I called dibs on getting him high literal years ago."

Obviously, anyone else rolling up and taking that from him is just not going to stand.