As he speaks, Bruce looks over and smiles a bit, crossing his arms over his chest as he does - it's not a standoffish pose, with him, more like he's actually relaxed somewhat. "At that age," he echoes. Seriously, Seoraj, you might be gigantic but Bruce is older than you.

"Yeah that'd do it." Not that he works too often with molten steel. But he has. (...Seoraj doesn't need to know what; let it sound like speculation over something probably very painful.)