Ms. Marvel blushed as Joseph made known his feelings to her in more ways than one. Why had she moved to the bed while she was talking? Maybe to show she wanted him comfortable around her, and she was comfortable around him. Instinctively, she patted and rubbed his back during the hug and snuggle, happy she was right in saying okay to this fan (not that she hadn't been asked before).<br/><br/>"My...<i>Uniform</i>... Is soft?!" A part of Kamala was creeped out, another was down right insulted that the costume got the attention instead of how she had acted towards him.<br/><br/>She looked at him a little peeved, but then got an idea.<i>Let's see how you like weird remarks that don't make sense... Of course the last time I did this it was Vivian... And... Ooh, mind, don't go there although it was enjoyable... I'm never calling Vivian cold again</i>She put her hand right on his lap and squeezed. "Your jeans are stiff. Too much starch. That won't happen with you at the Champions. Even Hulkster knows how to do laundry." She'd been squeezing the entire time, and smirking. She finally stopped. "See? Two can play that game. Wanna try that again?" Ms. Marvel knew she was flirting... That was the whole idea.