[Matt gives a look in her general direction at the mention of money before shaking his head.]

I think he probably has some contacts so he can pull in a favor to keep an eye out, yeah. Only stipulation is that you're not paying for it. You're a friend, so I got this. He's on my payroll already, so it's not an extra charge. I'll call him as soon as I put on some pants. Getting a little breezy here.

[Matt smiles, giving her hand a warm squeeze in return.]

You're welcome. And don't get up, you and Lucky seem comfortable. I got it.

[He wriggles out from under part of the dog and stands up, slowly heading for where the washing machine had been.]

[Matt manages to find the washing machine, the sound and the heat signature guiding him. He risks it by changing right then and there in the laundry room rather than going back to the bathroom. The clothing is dry and warm, smelling a whole lot better. He rests her bathrobe on top of the washer and heads back to the living area after.]

I left your bathrobe in the washroom in case you wanted to clean it. And it seems like someone took my place. [He smiles a little, sensing the dog.] You snooze you lose, huh?

Not freezing. Even my feet are warm now. Socks out of the dryer are one of life's great pleasures.

[He sits down once room is made, lightly patting Lucky's rump as that's the end that's near him now.]

I know. These clothes were too clean. Gotta get some dog hair on them.

My regular socks don't feel like sandpaper. But I buy nice socks these days. They're just usually not warm.

It's not like having crumbs in the bed.

[He's not gonna let her live that down in turn.]

The suit isn't that bad. It's tight but flexible, so I can move pretty well in it. The worst part about it is that it can get really hot in the summer.

I can judge the crumbs if ants and bedbugs suddenly find a new buffet feast while you're sleeping.

[He playfully banters back, nudging her shoulder in return.]

Is this a problem you encounter and are looking for advice on how to handle? Because I don't know if there is a cool way to make that adjustment in public.

[Matt pauses, head tilted, his brow furrowed in the usual expression he gets when he's listening very intently to something. Finally he gives a little nod.]

Got a nice little colony growing in your bed. They're saying the space is nice but they want more crumb variety than pizza.

[Matt's expression twinkles with amusement and smugness, taking the pillow slap as fair retaliation and still deciding it was worth his while. Kate is always teasing and trolling him, it's nice to be able to turn it around on her sometimes.]

What? You could be their leader. They seem to share your bed eating philosophies.

[Matt swiftly shifts away, because another aspect of his powers is that with his heightened sense of touch, he's extremely ticklish. He moves so that Lucky is positioned in front of him like a puppy barrier.]

My bed isn't where all the good leftovers are. They know they have a good thing going in yours.

[Poor Lucky is about to snooze but lets Matt lug him onto his lap and raise his paws up defensively.]

I have a healthy aversion to mischievous fingers.

[The licking makes him laugh and he nuzzles the dog's head with his. Sure, dogs always had a faintly unpleasant scent to them to Matt's nose, but they were endearing and loveable so it was worth it for a cuddle.]

Now I have to get a duck to protect me. From you. Friends shouldn't instill fear in other friends, you know.

I thought my fanbase was sensitive badass women. I'm going to have to rebrand if my fanbase overlaps with Frank's.

[He darts off the sofa like a bat out of hell, or a devil out of hell. He steals her coffee while he's up and finishes it in retaliation.]

Nope. Don't want to play that game.