“You’re better than I expected.” As Medley talked, the muscles in his thick neck flexed. Hephaestus noticed the twinkling of metal under the parking lot’s giant lights. Of course! The drugs were finally kicking in, and the more he strained, the faster they pumped through his system. “I work out,” Hephaestus replied in her robotic, disguised voice. Yeah, she really needed to see if Ivan had a book on banter or something.
