"Yeah? There's an idea."
He grins and eyes her up and down.
"Why don't you go dress in some work out clothes, then? Something easy to move around in."
He grins.
"So I've heard."
Eyeing her with a raised brow.
"Couple drinks? On me, of course."
How bout a nice, long massage?
Sherry? Been a while...
"Yeah, you look cute."
He even notes her hair's up again, a look on her he's become pretty fond of. It's gunna be pretty difficult to focus on the training.
He's wearing his own little outfit. Some tight fitting sweatpants and only that.
"Approve of my ensemble too?"
He chuckles.
—— 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐒. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲
Can say that again.
"Listen, I've fought mutants that were muscular and shirtless. It's something you'll have to be prepared for."
He can hardly finish the statement without laughing.
"Why don't we head someplace with a bit more space? Sound good?"
Get comfy and I'll take good care of you, Sweetheart.
