"Oh, of course it won't—what are ya even saying?" He goes out and knocks on, burying his disheveled face in the door. "Oh."

"I'm talking about... uh... puberty?"

"Do you need any help? My hands are skillful, I've been practicing a lot... after watching The Wolf of Wall Street on repeat." He starts rummaging through the briefcase next to him and... ouch, that really itches.

"You've went too far... and this comes from me, to shake your burgeoning feelings."

"OUCH...! No biting! No biting! I'm serious, man.... no biting, 'kay? Jeez."

"Nurse, I'd like a vitamin D injection in my rear, please."

Wade smiled intensely beneath his mask, his eyes half-closed, and placed an arm around her waist, leaning in. "Wanna find out?~"

"Unfair world! Unfair world! Unfair world!"

"No, that's not STEVEN GRANT ROGERS! Stop impersonating him." He said this, showing himself to be a huge fanboy, and making a reference to a certain game in the middle of it.

"Who?" HAAAAAAAAAAA!

He absorbed all the blows because he was extremely distracted, letting out groans of pain, because despite the healing factor, the nerves were still reacting. "Agh!" He said, without even being able to defend himself, humiliated. He looks and realizes... "Oh, Sable. Son of a--"

I'm such a bad bitch oh my gawd!

"Wait, hold on, wait a minute, I think there's something fishy going on here." Wade tilted the column to check more clearly, apparently. He gets closer and closer, intimidatingly, until he steps over her shoulder and whispers something right next to her ear "Who is my kitten?~"