Hercules stops mid stride, head tilting to one side and looking at the youth. He's small, yes, but there's something vaguely familiar about him. That alone makes him interested, draws him in, and has him thinking hard on the face. He has seen the Avenger's databases on all the metahumans in his world and he isn't nearly as stupid as people think he is.

Unslinging the mace from his shoulder and lowering it to the floor, he grins right back as recognition hits him. And the joke, of course. That's never bad.

"A few centuries earlier, though I suppose if we count the Dewey way it makes me seem younger, Speedball."