[kavinsky's flapping his shirt under the table, sprinkling droplets across the top and against the post holding up the furniture below. presumably this is meant to kind of dry him off.] Ion? [he asks distractedly.] Ion.

That's a science word. Like when you mix two test tubes together and something other than 98% pure methamphetamine comes out. [he laughs at his own joke, because let's be real, he almost certainly watched breaking bad if it was available in his homeworld.] 'Abel Nightroad' on the other hand sounds like some fantasy era shit. You come from a weird world, son. And also, your daddy's pretty hot. ['father abel,' get it? get it? do you get it?

kavinsky definitely does not get it.] Gonna assume it's 'cause your world, anyway. Were you fucking him?