"I know," he says with the tone of someone for whom modesty is some kind of disease that only happens to other people. "How delusional the evildoers, if they think they can defeat the Mysticalman!"

He throws his cape back for good measure. It's very dramatic, and the tiny glass particles floating around him seem to glimmer in approbation. The fact he hasn't ever defeated any "evildoer" stronger than petty thieves and the odd aqua or magma team grunt doesn't seem to bother him, really.

And now that he can take a good look at his mysterious admirer... his face lights up in recognition. He's a gadget aficionado; a lot of the technology he uses both in and outside of costume is from Goldpaw Technologies, and there is no way that woman isn't its founder. There really aren't that many anthropomorphic leopards around.

"And you..." A short pause, for extra dramatic effect, "are Vanessa Goldpaw, are you not!"

He completely fails his suaveness check on that last sentence. He just sounds excited.