Cobra didn't even know how she had managed to put up with this guy for so long. Or why the whimps in charge hadn't thrown him out already. Maybe tied him to something just outside the prison walls so those itching for some good entertainment could watch as he was torn apart by zombies. Idiots shouldn't have been able to survive at all, but as usual mother nature had other plans. Maybe a considerable dumbing down of the human race - if that was part of her plan she had picked some fine specimen indeed.
"Delusional as in: You're crazy if you think you'd ever find out." The truth was, Cobra wasn't extremely picky when it came to that, and especially not now that the supply was sort of limited. That didn't mean she had to give in easily, and if she would ever put out for this guy was questionable. An oversized ego was okay, as long as the guy could back it up with actions, but this one here had more than just one ego. And frankly, it annoyed her to no end. She watched his tongue and her hand reached for a knife that wasn't there. Too bad. "I'd like to hear you try talk some more after I cut your tongue out. Feed it to the rats."
"Don't worry about my social life, I don't see many people entering your room on their own free will, either. What do you usually do to get a woman? Knock her out and drag her here while she's unconscious? Because I don't think anyone wants to put up with that mouth of yours just for five minutes of misery."