She prodded his chest and snorted at his joke. She just liked to toss out crappy monikers, like Iron Crotch. They were both clearly made for each other. He took the phone back and she slid her arms back around his shoulders, nuzzling his nose with hers. "Matt didn't start out in the suit. He used to run around in all black with a scarf or something over his head. I can pull up old media about some of the security footage with him. Resembles you quite a bit in that getup. Other than the panties."

Nope, that was never something she'd let him live down, but her smile showed she was teasing. "I think I could get you in red. Nice pair of red lace man panties to show off that ass of yours. Mm. Peekaboo lace so I get a front show too." Mr. Man in Black living the monochromatic life. Even she added color here and there.