"Nah, I've now established that you rather enjoy it, taking all of the fun out of it," Peter offered, laughing a bit while he watched her, then turned up his brow, eyes falling on her, his face behind the mask quickly growing red, and suddenly he was very happy for that mask.
"I uh... you'd like mighty fine in spandex too, I'm sure, if you had any on you," He chuckled, then raised a brow looking back towards the skyline, "All the time. New York's my home, my city. My friends are all there, potentially in danger. I love it out there, and I want to help them, but I figure people are coming in after me, so that probably should mean I'm still there in some sense. Protecting them all.