“Well good for him?” Megamind waved a hand absently as if he should care, “So hubby does smoke-”
“-what do you do?” he raised a brow in eager anticipation. He hoped it wasn’t fire. There was enough fire already in his life. She was fun, though… this could be entertaining.
“Mos’ don’t wan’ an actual answer ta tha’,” Rockatoo mocks, tamping down her own amusement over being asked ‘what she did’ considering her current physical state, though she knows full well what he actually meant.
“Less than ya think, sure ‘bout tha’.”
“Oh please do enlighten m! We are both on the same side of the law after all, are we not? I highly doubt my interactions with your particular Doom Syndicate will be any worse than with mine.”