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I sure hope not.

Or play you on the Wii. Or end up being your drill instructor and sharing a odd fondness for the show Chuck.

Course it works the other way round too.

Honestly it depends how good an enemy they are, but usually it's true.

[dry and dejected] Awesome.

Why? Have you got a particularly nasty enemy? [She'll try and fail not to sound too happy about spreading the pain.]

I've never seen that to be the case. But there are exceptions.

No. No one that gets that honour. More like I'm cursed to be friendless forever.

[She laughs.]

An enemy makes for a bitter and dangerous friend.

So I've heard.

So, you've got some friends?

Each more dangerous than the other. They keep life interesting, but you don't need friends for that.

Nope. Netflix is pretty good for that.

Well try accidently burning half the face off the guy you play poker with, who admitively was kind of an ass to begin with to be fair, and see what happens.

I don't think that's my style. But if it works for you...

[She leans forward and eyes the woman suspiciously.] You're very young not to have friends or enemies.

Well, it's not so much a lifestyle choice so much as just how things are.

[She smiles and tilts her head] Not really... I'm just really good at alienating people, but not being a challenge enough to keep anyone's interest long enough to make an enemy.

I'm not so gentle with people who treat me badly. Neither am I looking for a drill instructor to gossip with. If that suits you...

Well it's not like I make a habit of hurting good people. I am a super hero, abeit the covert ops type. So occasionally I have to help off the odd horde of badly dressed global terrorists.

Are you asking me out on a date or something?

And how is that?

You don't look or sound like I would expect a super hero to be. [She looks him over, tilting her head as she does.] Not super, at least.

Don't flatter yourself. I don't ask for dates, I accept them.

I had something of an unusual origin. And I am one! I change size and know martial arts and communicate with insects and everything.

Ah, sorry. So would you like to go out on a date? [He adopts a cheeky grin, touche madam.]

You change size and communicate with insects? [She laughs lightly and gives him a strange look. It seems like an unusual set of powers.]

[He gets a scrutinising look over and she hums.] If I were to accept, what would you do for this date?

[He gives a slightly defensive look in response.] Yeah.... well technically I have an armour which does those things for me. Truth be told the talking with bugs is more the original guy's thing. I like the third in a line of... erm, Ant Men.

Depends, I am willing to accept suggestions and or preferences. But at the most basic you could come to my place or I go to yours, or we go out somewhere, to eat or hang out or both.

Ant men. My. Well. What a hero you must be. [That deserves a proper smile and a look to match her teasing tone.]

[She sighs and looks around, flicking her hair from her face and putting her hands on her hips.] I suppose. I'm not waiting around for someone. [She returns her attention to him.] You're lucky I've nothing better to do. And that you're not entirely as boring as most men.

[Despite her teasing tone he does manage to smile back.] Well I do my best. We can't all be Hulks and Thors and Spider types but I do what I can.

Charming. But you're right, I guess. Alright, what would you like to do if you had the choice?

Mm, well. If I had the choice I'd go somewhere expensive for good food, good wine and a view. Or maybe go to a show.

[Hmmmm, expensive taste, well Eric should have seen that coming.] Well I know the odd place like that, though traditionally they're just out of my price range. But for Valentine's Day I guess I could afford it.