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.

[There's a grimace on his face at her words, they hit the truth mark deeper than he wants. He knows that it's not just Fisk who have misappropriated what vigilantes are and do. He knows that sometimes, some of his violent actions may have even earned that murky grayness. For every adorable child dressing up like Spider-Man, there are maniacs who think a mask means they can skirt the law and feel a sense of justice over it.

He sets the empty cup down and sighs. He gives Frank a hard time about it, especially right now, but it's not just the Punisher.]

I can't say I don't feel like we don't send out mixed messages sometimes. Not excusing anyone going on a rampage, but it's not always clear how we do things and why.

... I'm sorry. It's late. Too late for this talk, probably.