Spidey: There you go, ropes gone. You're free to go, even if I'm a little, or more than a little, curious what the Russian mob even wanted with you.

Foggy: I'm a defense attorney. I've been kind of making things rough for their questionably legal cover businesses. But thanks for the save, even if -

DD: *shows up* FOGGY

Foggy: - I had help on its way. Hey, Devil.

DD: ARE YOU OKAY

Foggy: Yup, Spider-Man got me all sorted.

DD: SHIT. I'M SORRY I'M LATE. I mean. *growly DD voice* I'm sorry I'm late, poor innocent citizen.

Spidey: Yeah, no. Not buying it.

DD: Fine, then. Are you sure you're okay? Do you need a hospital? Bandages? Advil? Morphine?

Foggy: No, although an explanation as to why Spider-Man beat you here would be nice.

Spidey: In his defense, I just happened to be swinging through the neighborhood. Total fluke.

DD: I'm so sorry, darling, I was across town, I was -

Spidey: Wait. Wait... Did you just -

DD: Of course not! ... Did I just what?

Spidey: Immediate denial isn't very believable if you pop it out before knowing what you're denying, Murdock.

DD: You caught me off - uh...

Spidey: Pro tip: keep the endearments in the down low, yeah? Also, for a Devil you such at lying.