"Sure, doll," he says, trying to use humor to hide any trace of vulnerability. "Wade Wilson. You can ask for my file back at HQ if you want. That's even my real face you saw. Well." He rubs at his jaw, trying to act casual so that she won't notice he's tensed to avoid a de-masking, if she tries for it. It's happened before. Tugging nervously at the seam of his mask, hoping it's tight enough, he keeps avoiding her gaze. "Was my face."
Panicking fast, Deadpool stands up. "Shouldn't I be getting you back to work, honeycakes? Think of our reputations." He's left the disguise off now, there's no point putting it back up, but he still won't look at her.