Killing people was far easier than making polite chitchat.

I'm crazy about you, Spartan.

Well, what did you have for lunch?” I snapped. “Surely that’s not top secret superhero information.” “Steak with mashed potatoes and a side salad,” Striker replied. “And a piece of chocolate cheesecake for dessert.” I gave up on conversation after that. I was too jealous of the cheesecake to continue.

Still, I'd do anything for him. Even smear his clotting blood inside the vehicle of his choosing.

He realized something was going on between Logan and me. I wish he'd clue me in on exactly what it was, because I had no idea.

I know that maniacal twinkle in your eye. You're up to something Gwen," he said.

Really, Gin, did you have to ruin my suit?” he said. “This was a Fiona Fine original.