"No, not without a lot of luck," he agrees, giving Johnny his first actual, direct look-- no eye contact, but clearly looking him over. There's potential for some training, but nothing intensive, probably.

"Hello, Johnny." He does not, perhaps tellingly, offer his own name. He's still kind of wrestling with whether he can think of himself by that name the stupid former target gave him. If he can even say it out loud. "Who is Mimly."