You won't regret it. I'll ruin you for other chefs, mark my words.

[And with that boast laid out on the table, Deadpool leans back in his chair, looking her over with an enigmatic smile on his face.]

So... now that we've got that little bit of business out of the way, was there anything else you needed from me, Miss Sforza? Maybe something you couldn't speak about over the phone?