The smile sharpened, turning into a toothy grin that was anything but heroic, when the girl ribbed him and leaned in against him. He just shook his head slowly twice, and pointed at his empty glass to indicate a refill, which didn’t arrive until the Hands had a brief conference.
His big hand came down on her smaller one, covering the back of it, long fingers slipping into the gaps to hold onto it, and he leaned his head in against hers. The vicious scar on the side of his mouth turned the smile he wore now into a lopsided smirk.
“We’ll be okay. If I don’t keep you safe, how’re we ever gonna take over the world?”