When he said he was willing to get his hands dirty on his job description, this is not what he envisioned.

“Seriously?” Deαdpool questioned you again, feather duster in hand and frilled to the max in his maid outfit. He may have trashed your place in the midst of a fight, but contracting him to do clean-up to get even with him seems a little excessive. But you’re dead serious. And you’re also paying him and kind of scary when you glare at him like that. He figures he might as well.

“Okay, okay. Want me to call you ‘master’, too?”