"Yep, just got hired. The boss man has good taste in mercenaries, if you ask me. I'm Deadpool. Well," sheepish now because the pretty girl gave him a smile, Deadpool scuffed his toe against the floor, "you, ma'am, can call me Wade."
Taking her hand, Deadpool shook it, with a dopey smile. She likes me! She really likes me! "So, Mr. Stark, huh? Big important rich guy? I've heard of him. I like his work. But enough about him. So what are you doing tonight, doll? Can I make a suggestion?" All grins and nods, Deadpool pointed to himself as the "suggestion."