You look like it, occurred to him to respond, but antagonizing teenagers wasn't the best look for someone his age or experience, so he opted for what little class he had. But maybe he could pull back on the kid gloves with that comment.

"If I had, I woulda chosen somethin' cooler, I promise you," he assured dryly. "But it's served me plenty well. Better than 'Jeff'. Sounds like a car salesman or worse, a realtor." Real-tor. A word that he'd gone back and forth on for his whole life, who cared which way was the right one.

"You gonna stay over there or what?"