He could handle this, right? Being around an attractive girl. He'd done a fair enough job with Gwen at prom. Gwen sobered his mind, surprisingly, and he relaxed. It was funny how the thought of her seemed to bring his mind away from typical teenage boy thoughts. "I'm already in the papers," Spider-man replied, "I need to do something big if I want to get the recognition. Though, you may be onto something with that lawyer." Daredevil apparently had a blind lawyer friend, maybe he could ask to borrow him...
"Maybe I just need to move to Timbuktu," he said, "They don't have newspapers there, do the—" His question was cut off when she began to tell him what she wanted. Warm breath on his ear, his breathing slowed. Then she stepped away and his brain was muddled all over again. He needed to get his head on straight. Gwen, think of Gwen.
He turned to face her and she was holding a phone, "...are you serious?" Spider-man's head tilted in a way that made it clear he didn't buy that it was all she wanted, "How do I know you won't do some trace and find out my secret identity? What sort of costumed hero am I without one? I'm not as charismatic as Tony Stark when I'm out of his costume."