That kind of non-answer was confirmation in the interrogation room, and now all that was left was to get a confession. From her reputation, Jasper was led to believe the Scarlet Witch would be more, well, regal, or sultry, or bratty, depending on who was blabbing on the helicarrier. Headquarters, he guessed it would have to be now. 'Sultry' seemed closest to true then, without any offered hand for kissing, though 'bratty' might have been how her nurse described her if Jasper caught that conversation properly. It was kind of hard to be any of those things in a hospital bed.
Unfortunately, she did leave Jasper in the awkward position of answering when she obviously didn't want him to, and fidgeting with a lopsided grin as he worked out how exactly to approach this puzzle. "You look-- I mean, hospital green could be your colour," he offered, hand up with a pout of surprise. No one pulled that off, he probably looked worse than he did when he was undead in this gown. "You're not the Hulk, are you?" Wait, terrible joke, green=Hulk, tell a girl she looks like a Hulk, what is wrong with you? "I mean, I didn't think the Hulk was so," he tried to recover, bringing his hands together to mime small or thin or-- no, shapely, girls liked that better. Oh, Jesus, strike me down. "Let's start over!"