"It didn't do anything right!" Deadpool protested as he looked down at her, momentarily stopping his assault on the holoprojector, though the battle was sure to continue later. "Unless you count showing my ugly mug when it's not Halloween as somethin' right. Though, scaring that mental patient, that was pretty funny." In all honesty, she was handling it a lot better than most people would, which made Wade feel a little more comfortable. Not a whole lot, but just a little, and that was acceptable.
"Guess you struck up the right merc then, toots. I got so many B Movies that Ed Wood'd be jealous. 'Cept for his movies were more like F movies. And not in the fun way." He took a small breath, still looking down at her, which was a little weird, something like that would usually make him uncomfortable. "I'm full of layers. And dangerous. Wilson. Wade Wilson."
He'd been counting the one-two-three in his head, trying to remember the box step, but her saying it out loud was making the process a little easier. "Never been to a ballroom, or worn one of those masks. I prefer my own. Dancing doesn't pay enough." He was moving with her as best he could, wondering exactly how he got mixed up in this, and why he was dancing in the first place.