“Let’s not get started on their uniforms. Superman’s stretchy spandex has nothing on Batman’s sculpted pecs.”He glared at her. “You cannot bring fashion sense into a superhero discussion!”“If they wear it, it’s fair game.” She folded her arms on the table.”

“I’m not a superhero,” I say. It’s an awful tag. It’s egotistical, and it doesn’t fit. I don’t parade around in spandex.”

“Her glare was so intense that you completely forgot she was wearing pink.”

“So. You're a fallen angel." She folded her arms."I'm not fallen," he said roughly."Then what are you?"He shrugged. "Busted.”

“You get everything you need?”She squealed like an idiot and whirled around to see him smirking at her. “JeSUS!” She glared at him and brushed past him, ignoring the sparks that shot down her arm where their bodies met.Thumping down on to the sofa, she grabbed at the food tray and began digging in, glaring at him the whole time as he took the seat opposite her. She swallowed when he refused to look away. “You know this is all just a little too Virginia Andrews for my liking.”He raised an eyebrow. “Meaning?”“The clothes, the accessories, the shampoo!” Avery shook her head in disbelief. “It’s creepy, Brennus.”

“It's my uniform. Everyone in my company wears it.""It's hideous."Rose felt her hackles rise. The neon green uniform was hideous, butshe didn't appreciate him pointing it out. She opened her mouth."Yet despite it, you look lovely," he said."Flattery will get you nowhere," she told him."It's not flattery," he said coldly. "Flattery requires exaggeration.I'm merely stating a fact. You're a beautiful woman wearing an uglysack of unnatural color.”