[The look on Pietro's face is just. Fucking amazing. Cassel laughs, so hard it's almost silent, bent double and leaning on the arm of the couch for support.]
Holy shit, your face. Your face. You have a really expressive face, you know that? I have to do this more often.
[He hops up off the couch and sidles over, hands in his pockets.]
Spam
Holy shit, your face. Your face. You have a really expressive face, you know that? I have to do this more often.
[He hops up off the couch and sidles over, hands in his pockets.]