With a slight movement of her hand, Black Cat played with the edges of his mask where it separated from the rest of the costume. "You want a better image? That's easy! Hire a PR specialist and a few lawyers. Get out in front of the media and shape your message with interviews and press conferences and movie deals. Then, sue anyone who gives you a bad name for defamation of character, like that blowhard back in New York."
She could tell he was uncomfortable and played up to that discomfort. Nuzzling him on the cheek with a purring sound she'd perfected way too long ago to be appropriate, Black Cat continued invading Spider-Man's private space, daring him to back away. "For instance, that Booster Gold guy in Metropolis? He got the right idea, made a big debut splash, started signing product deals... I wonder what his angle is. Profit? Or maybe he's just a glory hound. Either way, the people seem to like him so far and it's because he's proactive and image-conscious." She shrugged like it should be obvious to him.
"As for what you can help me with," Black Cat put her mouth to where his ear should be. "I could do the 'you never call, you never write' bit, but no one does that any more." She let go of him and reached into her left sleeve, pulling out a cell phone. "Texting is the way of the future. Let's swap phone numbers!"