"Of course he's mine. I found him. It's called finders keepers for a reason, dummy."

Despite the fact he's saying words normally used for insight, the tone in which he uses them makes them sound more like nicknames than anything else.

Reaching over Bruce he takes a paint brush from him and wiggles it in his fingers.

"For being creative, or writing. It's ink. What else is it meant to be for? Do you want the blue, or the black? Because I think I want the black."

He holds out his hand waiting for an ink bottle to be put in his hand.