[Hank huffs, watching the guy, his tone matching the other guy's amusement.]

I don't know, you wanna pick me up, tell me what a mighty roar I got, and then not lube me, that's up to you. No promises if you don't, though, pretty sure I've gone all rusty.

[He wiggles his fingers in demonstration, the movement all jerking and slow like his joints need oiling, and then grins crookedly.]