There were things people didn't see every day, even in a world of super heroes and amazing powers. Sure Mark had seen quite a bit of shit in his time, but who expects to see a cute animal turn into another cute animal and then turn into a whole ass tall man that was about seventeen sorts of hot while somehow pulling off being something like a photo-negative of Mark's acquaintance Sephiroth?

Good thing he's got some serious self control, because otherwise Mark might ask if the guy was a model and that is not how you treat super-powered strangers.

"Yeah, I get what you mean," he agreed, then realized how that sounded. Given Mark still hadn't resolved to join either guild, and unaffiliateds weren't exactly popular right now, he stammered quickly to try and make up for it. "Not that I get it in a power sense. But more like control. Over other things. Like talking. Not that I'm bad at talking when I'm nervous. It's just... Oh hell."