"Can I help?" Deadpool volunteered at once, never mind that he had no patience for paperwork, numbers, or, well, work in general. "What kind of food do you like? Italian? Sushi? Moroccan?"
Damn, this was going well. Cute, red-haired secretary fantasy going to dinner with him? And he could always talk her into going home with him afterward, right? He should pick up girls as Wade more often. Wait. Was this bad? Was he deceiving her by being Wade? It was easier when he was wearing the Deadsuit, because then people assumed anything could be under the suit. Whereas now she'd think he actually looked like Wade. Maybe he could get away with keeping his belt (with the disguise device) on during sex. But she'd find out eventually, if they were going steady. And then she'd be mad. Being morally upright was so complicated.