The man was tall and slender. He was wearing a T-shirt and casual pants. More importantly, his skin was no different from a normal person's; he no longer looked like he was painted red.
Vision nodded. "Hello, Mr. Wilson."
Luke said, "You look much nicer now."
Vision looked down at his clothes. "Really? I don't know much about this. Wanda picked them out for me."
Luke raised an eyebrow. "She picked them out for you?"
Vision felt an inexplicable sense of danger, but he didn't know why. "Yes."
Luke said, "It seems you're getting along very well."
Vision's sense of danger increased again. "It's not bad."
Luke smiled and patted his shoulder. "I want a latte. I'll have to trouble you a little."
Vision was at a loss, but he still nodded. "Alright, Mr. Wilson."
He vaguely felt that if he didn't go, he might run into some unknown danger.
