"No one 'transcends' bullshit. They just get better at dressing it up." She watched him talk, saw the way he brushed certain parts off as easy, even though she knew they weren't. Yeah, she knew about him, but only what she read. The Smithsonian with the Captain America display. The news when he'd made his resurgence. But given what the papers said about her and Kilgrave, she took all of that with a grain of salt.

"I think in 1943, I would have been a different person, too. The world wasn't what it is now. Lot of more fucked up, intimate trauma. Kind of sucks. I'll take glossing over all of that and teasing you into fucking me doggystyle in a bit."