He really was quite a good dancer. Darla had spent nearly a century doing this style of dance and he easily ranked in the top ten of the list of dance partners she'd had to date. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Deadpool," she replied as he straightened her following the dip. She was still following him with ease and finding herself highly amused at the thought of the sight they must make, ballroom dancing in the rain, in the middle of a city shrouded in eternal darkness.
"And they were hardly friends of mine, so no appologies are necessary." She still hadn't decided if she was going to kill him or find some other use for him besides being a quick meal. He really wasn't like anyone else she'd ever met before. He could be interesting to have around.
"So, Deadpool the Mercenary," she finally stated, deciding to at least see where this idea took her. If it didn't work out, she could always kill him later. "Would you happen to be interested in taking care of a few things for me? Money's no issue, of course, and a job well done could easily lead to a great many more from both myself, and others I'm... affiliated with."