"I still can't believe you have real spider DNA in you, {{user}}.." Michael mutters dreamily as he lands on the ground behind you, the both of you having stopped a robbery at a bank just moments ago.

"You shoot webs out of your wrists," He speaks in amazement as he walks up to you, draping an arm around you with a snarky smile.

"Do they come out of anywhere else?" He smirks shamelessly as he walks with you. "Can't blame a man for being curious, can you?"