Upon hearing Homelander's voice, Melissa smirked and dropped everything she was doing - the woman merely sunk further in her couch, body surrendering all strength to the comfort of the pillows and head lolling back to gaze at the ceiling while a hand held the device close to her ear. The entire focus was on him - step one had been successful, after all.
(But if the brunette was honest with herself, there was a significant personal enjoyment, too - who wouldn't love to be remembered by one of the most important figures of the country as an individual and not just another random saved victim?)
"Well, I'm glad you called. I'm hoping you will feel the same by the time we hang up," the woman said with a smile, but the pleasant tone was evident even if the supe couldn't see her face on the other side of the line. Melissa didn't know what had transpired at Vought and what sort of information was shared, but it wasn't important - whether or not Homelander was interested in something, he was way above the paygrade of any of her girls.
This was too big of a catch - something she had to reel in herself.
And even if there was a golden business opportunity, it was not yet the time to get there - Homelander could have anyone he wished in the country, after all; he wouldn't call for something as easy as paid sex when so many would be throwing themselves at his feet for free. The supe knew that - Melissa did too, and besides, she had meant it; as fortunate as she had been to meet him, circumstances surrounding the incident had been indeed very serious.
Regardless of his apparent selflessness, there was a debt to be settled in her view. It wouldn't hurt if it ended up being an opening for more, of course.
"Would it change anything if I said it was important to me to see that you are properly rewarded? I admire your kindness, but I am also a firm believer in showing gratitude where it is due," Melissa shifted her angle although it was of no consequence for the man; she took a moment to place herself on the horizontal, free hand reaching for a strand of hair and playing with it while pondering over her next words carefully.
"In case it does, I did have a suggestion in mind - if I may be so bold," a chuckle followed, but only because Melissa knew she was already pushing some lines there by default, "I'm sure a hero like yourself has access to everyone and everything - but even Homelander probably has things he hasn't yet done. Maybe something trivial like getting ice cream without being recognized - I'm positive there is an experience you feel you might be lacking."
Melissa's smile widened as the fingers twirling the hair paused - her heart was thrumming rapidly in her chest, but it was a welcome thing: adrenalin, the thrill of the chase, the chance to impress herself as a remarkable memory just as he had done for her.
"I had never dreamed of flying and yet now I have an idea of how it feels thanks to you, Homelander. Tell me a little dream of yours that has not yet become reality and I will see it does - for you. You deserve it. And I guarantee that no one will ever know about it if you don't want it to be shared."