"Says you." Helena closed the laptop before nudging him back. "You’ll never know how I spend my free time. I almost prefer whatever your imagination could cook up in response. As for people in general? Probably. There was a pretty decent number of results…"
"That is mildly discomforting." Peter returned back to his original position on the bed--the idea of weirdoes getting their jollies off while looking at blurry photos of his butt the only thing he could really focus on. "I need to become a nighttime hero--they don't have to deal with this."










