"Yes, why is it weird?" he repeats. Sorry Selina, you're dealing with a man who's had brothers named Droidbait and Waxer and Boil and Close-Shave, Tits wouldn't raise an eyebrow.

He takes Tits back without complaint and watches Selina climb, assessing her agility and strength automatically. "'Course," he answers and slings her back into his shoulder, where she'll either hold on if she wants to go along for the ride or jump down and go exploring on her own. Apparently following Selina is interesting enough for her to cling obligingly to his shoulder as he clambers nimbly up behind her, with significantly more grace and agility than you'd expect from a man as bulky as he is. "Where are we going?"