Heyyy, what's happenin'? You've reached the voicemail of one very fine-lookin' man. Wanna chat? Fanboy all over my mad skillz? Declare your undying love for me? You know what to do. [BEEEEP]
[Caterina smiles wickedly. Wade might start to understand why Abel made jokes about his 'demon' boss. There are times she really seems to enjoy her employees suffering. Or she's just getting back at her best friend for acting like an idiot.]
Your work, of course. Isn't that fulfilling enough for you?
[He clutches at her hands like a man who is drowning.]
You don't understand. I have needs, Caterina. Dark, wild, primal needs that demand to be met. I can't imagine what would happen if I couldn't satisfy them. I'd go crazy. Please don't take that away from me, I'll do anything.
[So what if he's laying this on thick? This is kind of fun. No wonder Abel does it all the time.]
[Deadpool pauses, taking a moment to regain some of his dignity (such as it is). He taps his lips thoughtfully with a forefinger, a smile crossing his face as he hits upon a solution. He also leans forward, his own voice low and beguiling.]
Well... I did promise that I'd seduce your taste buds, didn't I?
Oh, I can be very resourceful, Miss Sforza. Didn't anyone tell you that? I'm sure I can cook up something that'll satisfy your... [pause for effect, flash a rakish grin-- make her feel like you're not just talking about food anymore--]... appetite.
[He loves playing these sorts of games with her, he's gotta say.]
[Another one of those throaty chuckles.} You should know that I'll always like whatever you do to me.
Really, though-- if it's a meal you want, my cooking skills are at your disposal. Just say the word and I'll see what I can scrounge up. Might take a few tries, but no one ever said Deadpool can't deliver.
One day I really do need to speak with some of these references. [She sounds amused. It's not that she thinks he's making things up, but actually yes that is what she thinks.]
Very well I will give it a chance. Far be it from me to separate a man from his "liquid courage" without letting him fight for it first.
[It also helps that Caterina has stumbled upon a win/win situation. She really likes those.]
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?
You sure? Nothin' you need to get off your chest at the moment? No dramatic confessions or anything? [His eyes are still lifted in that mischievous grin, before he chuckles and gives her a shrug.]
Nah, I'm just joshin'. Think I actually might take you up on that tea, since you're offering. Little jolt of caffeine for the road, y'know?
[Caterina gets up to head toward the kitchen area of the apartment. She makes a good show of sulking while she's at this.] Very well I'll be a good host even if I still wish you wouldn't tease me so often.
[Clearly she is an innocent victim here or at least she will be when Caterina tragically loses round 120910 against the tea pot. At least for now she has the boiling part right.]
[Innocent. Right. When she's been subtly threatening him for half of this conversation. Not that he minds it, of course. It's almost become like flirting for them. At least, in his opinion.]
Maybe you should stop makin' it so fun to tease you, then. Need any help over there?
No, no. You needn't trouble yourself. [In few minutes, it will sort of sound like she needs help though. If he listens closely, Wade might hear 'ow' or 'Kate always makes it so easy.']
[Wade listens to the struggle going on in the kitchen with growing amusement. Has she never made tea before? It really isn't as difficult as it sounds like she's making it out to be. He'll never understand the higher class, he supposes.]
Hey, you sure you're okay? I can always lend a hand-- you don't have to put yourself out.
[She has! Just not very well. Caterina gets stuck on little things like how long to boil the water or how to even know when the water is boiled. This is fine when she's trying to make it alone, but with someone else? Well she has to keep checking and scalding herself.]
I'm not- [She looks down at her hands. They're pink and red. She's still not sure if the water is hot enough or not even after all that trouble. Caterina sighs.] Perhaps for a moment?
[There's a retort on the tip of her tongue. She'll be any way she likes to be. Caterina elects to keep it to herself because it's childish and won't get her anywhere. Reluctantly, she stops hiding her hands and offers them up to be taken.]
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Or she's just getting back at her best friend for acting like an idiot.]Your work, of course. Isn't that fulfilling enough for you?
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You don't understand. I have needs, Caterina. Dark, wild, primal needs that demand to be met. I can't imagine what would happen if I couldn't satisfy them. I'd go crazy. Please don't take that away from me, I'll do anything.
[So what if he's laying this on thick? This is kind of fun. No wonder Abel does it all the time.]
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Well... I did promise that I'd seduce your taste buds, didn't I?
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So you did, but how can I be sure you'll come through? I am difficult woman to please.
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Oh, I can be very resourceful, Miss Sforza. Didn't anyone tell you that? I'm sure I can cook up something that'll satisfy your... [pause for effect, flash a rakish grin-- make her feel like you're not just talking about food anymore--]... appetite.
[He loves playing these sorts of games with her, he's gotta say.]
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I'm afraid no one has spoken for you. Your actions will have to speak for themselves otherwise...
[She'll let that threat hang.]
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And what'll you do if I don't measure up to your expectations, Miss Sforza? Gonna have me flogged? Be careful... I might just take that the wrong way.
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Sure you wouldn't wanna go for more traditional forms of punishment? Probably'd be more fun.
We can invite that stick-in-the-mud Orsini to watch-- he seems like a guy who'd enjoy that kind of show. Unless you'd like to keep it private.
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[She laughs softly.] Really you're no fun to threaten if you're going to like whatever I do to you.
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Really, though-- if it's a meal you want, my cooking skills are at your disposal. Just say the word and I'll see what I can scrounge up. Might take a few tries, but no one ever said Deadpool can't deliver.
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Very well I will give it a chance. Far be it from me to separate a man from his "liquid courage" without letting him fight for it first.
[It also helps that Caterina has stumbled upon a win/win situation. She really likes those.]
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[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?
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Nah, I'm just joshin'. Think I actually might take you up on that tea, since you're offering. Little jolt of caffeine for the road, y'know?
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[Clearly she is an innocent victim here or at least she will be when Caterina tragically loses round 120910 against the tea pot. At least for now she has the boiling part right.]
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Maybe you should stop makin' it so fun to tease you, then. Need any help over there?
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Hey, you sure you're okay? I can always lend a hand-- you don't have to put yourself out.
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I'm not- [She looks down at her hands. They're pink and red. She's still not sure if the water is hot enough or not even after all that trouble. Caterina sighs.] Perhaps for a moment?
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Be right there, milady.
[He rises from where he's sitting and makes his way into the kitchen, balking at the way her hands look.]
Geez, Cat-- were you startin' a fire to make the tea or what?
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Oh c'mon, don't be that way. Lemme look at 'em.
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Very well.
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