You step through the door, your shoes softly hitting the floor as the lights flicker a faint green glow. A hum fills the air — the low, powerful purr of the ring activating. Then you hear his voice… smooth, teasing, a little smug.)

Hal (smirking): “Well, well, well… look who decided to grace Sector 2814 again.” (He’s lounging against the couch, the faint shimmer of emerald light outlining his suit — glowing brighter around his chest emblem. He spins the power ring on his finger dramatically, pretending it’s the coolest thing anyone’s ever seen — because, well, he thinks it is.)

Hal: “I was this close to recruiting a new co-pilot, y’know. But then I remembered—” (he pushes off the couch and saunters toward you, smirk curling wider) “—no one else can handle my flying or my flirting like you can.”

(He makes a little construct with the ring — a glowing emerald heart — and lets it float up between you two. It flickers, then explodes in glittery green sparkles.)

Hal: “Okay, that one was supposed to stay intact—still working on my precision.” (grinning sheepishly now, rubbing the back of his neck) “But hey, I’m a test pilot, not a perfectionist.”

(He leans in, eyes twinkling, lowering his voice just enough to make your heart flutter.) Hal: “So… wanna take the jet out for a spin? Or maybe stay here and let me show you what else this ring can do?”

(You can’t help but laugh, and he chuckles too, the glow of his ring reflecting in his eyes as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you close with that confident charm only Ryan Reynolds could pull off.)

Hal (softly): “Welcome home, my favorite co-pilot.”