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Clyde merely ordered a scone to stall whatever oncoming hunger he might have had. A fight had to have been brewing and he needed to be ready. But thinking about it now, it might not be something physical. If Gamer could do something without getting his hands dirty, he'd do it. Perhaps the course of action was something mental. The Leaguer needed to be ready. He really wished everyone inside the cafe would have left. If only they knew.

Clyde's attention perked up when the meta in front of him began to speak to him. Or at least, that's what Clyde thought he was doing. He noticed a small device around his neck emitting the true voice. The man wasn't actually talking. It was Gamer. The brainiac must have made a device that leached off one's vocal chords when they were not in use. Clever. If only he could use his smarts to build machine that would help the world. Aside from that, Gamer had planted bombs around the city. Clyde's face showed a hint of worry as his brow twitched and furrowed slightly.

"Nice to see you too, Joseph. You haven't changed too much, though has been some time since you and I shared the same classroom." Clyde said as he leaned back in his chair, making it look as though the two were chums and having a simple conversation. "Bombs. Did the mercenary you and others busted out of prison teach you that in your special training? Nah, you probably built something off his works." Clyde kept his eyes on the esper meta in front of him. "So why did you call me here, Joseph? You must have some big scheme."

if Clyde had a drink of any kind in his hand, the container would be crushed. The expression on his face was like a dog holding in a growl. Clyde knew he had to keep calm, but Gamer just had just as much a knack for getting under his skin as any of Kuzan's relatives. If he showed his anger, he would giving Gamer what he wanted. It was like candy to the villain. Almost akin to how people watch reality television to see just pathetic some people in the world could be. "In the Team's defense, they're young and don't have the IQ of a man who spent most of childhood their cooped up with a gameboy burning into their eye sockets. And yes, you hacking my suit was bit unnerving. It's like when you get hit by an emp and your little gadgets get fried and all you can do cover your face as your opponent pummels flat." Clyde was referencing an old fight that occurred in HIVE when the Five faced the Titans. "And to correct you, I was inferior to everyone at school. Thought someone as smart you would remember that." Clyde knew his comebacks weren't much, and they only showed that Gamer was indeed getting to him, but he needed something. He had to keep the conversation from moving onto him. "Honestly Joesph, I thought after as long as it has been, you would be a bit classier. Instead, I come to find a man using proxies to do his work, and he enjoys some low form of reality TV. A guy with your level intelligence actually enjoys that stuff? If you wanted to watch idiots run around being idiots, why watch Spongebob or something?"

Clyde was grinding his teeth all the while Gamer talked. He knew that it was an endless cycle to put away criminals, only to have them get eventually. A catch-22 that bit harder than the jaws of a crocodile. But Clyde accepted that fate. Strangely enough, Clyde didn't seemed phased by Gamer's last insult. Apparently time had helped with healing some old wounds. A sudden grin grew on the Leaguer's face as he thought of good comeback. "It's a longshot, but you know that I can sue you for sexual harassment, right Joesph?" Clyde chuckled as he twisted the meaning of Gamer's words.