"Someone looks like he just got his favorite toy taken away," she remarked, the trace of a smile on her face. But she knew that look. It was better than shock and terror, but Gwen didn't like seeing it any more. Guess that nerdy fan-boy thing was just an act. She was just about to make some smartass remark about not being contagious--and really, it was going to be quite the quip--when he spoke.

She couldn't hide her surprise. He wished he could be her? "Trust me, babe, you don't." All he saw was the shiny wrapper, the cool superpowers, and probably the sweet leather outfit. All the bells and whistles and none of the thorns. He would.

"I'll keep that in mind." And she would. And Party, sugar bear, that includes you just a little bit. She wouldn't be making any more deals. "So is starving to death part of your plan too?