His eyes narrow, watching Vasquez closely. "That's all it is, not that you think I can't be around your friends?" Arching a brow, looking entirely insulted that it could ever be that.

"How can you believe that? I am a handsome man. I have broad shoulders. I can wear anything," he says, rolling his eyes and sounding way more insulted than he should all things considered.

Planting his hands on his hips, giving Vasquez a look, not at all impressed. "You get... I mean... My name..." He gestures as if he'll catch up. "Also, don't you have another name?"