Their respective "whats" almost come out in unison. Almost. It takes a fraction of a second later for Peter to process exactly what this weird cat-person-alien is asking him, because never, in any universe, did he ever imagine someone would try and buy his girlfriend off of him.
When Liz turns to look at Peter he gives her a look that he hopes is reassuring, capable.
"She's her own woman," Peter says. "She's not--"
But before Peter can clarify that she's not for sale, the amber-eyed feline turns his gaze over to Liz, as if immediately comprehending what this meant.
Re: Closed to Liz Parker
Their respective "whats" almost come out in unison. Almost. It takes a fraction of a second later for Peter to process exactly what this weird cat-person-alien is asking him, because never, in any universe, did he ever imagine someone would try and buy his girlfriend off of him.
When Liz turns to look at Peter he gives her a look that he hopes is reassuring, capable.
"She's her own woman," Peter says. "She's not--"
But before Peter can clarify that she's not for sale, the amber-eyed feline turns his gaze over to Liz, as if immediately comprehending what this meant.
"What's your price?" he asks.