"Tomorrow?" Deadpool tried again, following her when she tried to turn away. "Dinner? I'll bring you flowers. Can I carry those files for you? They look heavy, and you wouldn't want to drop them again when clumsy ex-mercenaries now-heroes crash into you. Don't worry, I'm an experienced bodyguard." All puppy-charm, he followed her, giving her the wide brown eyes that were Wade's specialty--y'know, way back when he was pretty. "I'll make sure none of those dopes bother you."