"You don't know the Charleston? Pumpkin, you're missing out." Deadpool awkwardly danced with her, though slow dancing really wasn't his preference, he couldn't say he minded having her body pressed up against his. Her fingers brushed the edges of his mask, and he immediately grabbed for those hands, knowing enough to be suspicious of women who fingered his mask. "Now, now, babes, you trying to unwrap me before Christmas?" He waited until her hands moved somewhere they were both comfortable with. "Gotta keep the old alter ego locked up in the closet with my other skeletons. Part of the whole hero gig. Like Batman, only I'm way cooler. And better endowed."