It nearly killed him that he couldn't say oh hey that makes two of us while looking at Angel... instead he merely wore a stupid grin on his face as he kept the laughter inside.
"Well, you know what they say. Can't spell Slaughter without laughter." Wade went over to King's trunk and pulled out his own signature swords to strap to his back. "Maybe he'll morph to look like Booth here and I can accidentally kill the wrong one. That would make me laugh. ...and slaughter at the same time. Nifty."
Still, he clearly was not concerned at all with the impending doom that was Drake. Not as long as Wade had his own deck of superpower cards to play.