"You ever watch Inspector Gadget as a kid?" Only the dorkiest of questions to break the ice with the one coldhearted guy who has yet to consider connecting as pals with Peter. It's a weird mix of loneliness mingling with the idea of being seen as approachable to the fewest of people who would potentially avoid you if you ever made the first move. The both of them know their mortality, and at least Peter wants to extend the slightest of sentiments of knowing an admitted, well... assassin.
He removed webbed gloves to apply some lotion to his hands and forearms. The visual is something to almost cringe over, but he loses hydration for that mild amount of skin being in spandex for hours. "Oil slick slip on a smooth floor is something I like to think a few Maggia strong arms, at least, would be weak to. Maybe catch Silvermane himself slipping before an evening stroll. Ruin the reputation he only *thinks* he has with the youth of today." About the level of dark punk Peter you get while still being calm, collected, and knowing enough to almost be dangerous.
@castlle requested: 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 🤫
