"I'm sorry, Steve, but corrupt men cannot comprehend reason." Steve frowned and began to remove his costume.
"Why do you think that?"
"Because mad men cannot comprehend it." he frowned and stared at her, not the least bit uncomfortable with the fact he was just in his underwear.
"Corruption isn't the same thing." she smirked and snapped the curler in her hair.
"Of course it is. Who else would believe destroying the enviroment, knowingly, is for the betterment of mankind?" he sighed and fished out a pair of lounge pants.
"Look, drop the wise words."
"Okay, people making decisions are greedy, destructive assholes and most of the masses are too fuckin' stupid or intentionally oblivious to give a damn." listening to the tone of her voice he could tell she was more exasperated than angry.
"You are the Lorax, you speak for the trees?" he tried to tease and earned a smile, small but enough.
"You ever read Tarzan?" it was a simple, non-chalant question and if Steve had recalled who he was talking to he would have known better. Yet he settled on the bed. "I would love to be like Tarzan."
"Why?"
"No concept of greed, no idea of the worth of gold or jewels." she closed her eyes. "Just survival. Feral and primeval." She was one of few who could slip into a type of berserker state. Feral and animalistic. Yeah, she could easily be Tarzan. No gold, no greed only feral survival. It was amazing some people still had that mentality in a civilized world.
"Greed is product of man."
"You think too much."
"Many think too little."