“Sphincter says what?” Deadpool questioned with a quizzical look on his face. Well, the mask covered his face, but he knew that he looked confused, at the very least. The sight of someone leaping towards his direction usual brought on the trusty old reflex of kicking 'em in the head. That woulda been a pretty big failure on his brain's part, as far as he was concerned. Glad to be able to avoid that disaster he pushed himself away from the building and caught Parker easily in his arms. “What? Did we get on Dancing With The Stars? Tryin' to practice yer moves? I knew that video I sent in would be a winner.”
Of course to add on to the point that he wasn't making there was an added spin and pivot on his toe for extra emphasis. “Did I ever tell you that yer my favorite thief?” Deadpool placed her back down on solid ground and temporarily cursed himself for wearing a mask. Sure, they looked cool, but it wasn't all style and profile. Kinda made eating on the go a bit tricky and didn't lend itself to your aid when you wanted to mack on a hot blond. Like exhibit A whom he had just let go.
“Now is steal-y time! Gonna show me your moves?” It was safe to say that there was plenty of innuendo in that last bit, mainly because that's the way it always was with him.