A-701
"Hah! Acting like I'm some trophy hubby eh? Typical." He didn't even sound mad at the comment (she did call him cute, one does not bite the hand that feeds sweet sweet words of clearly well earned praise). Instead, he opted to catch her, looking away to admire the scenery and not to hide any imaginary idea of a faint blush that one could possibly hallucinate.
"Ditto."
With a marvelous somersault, he flipped in the air like an acrobatic dancer, tango partner in his arms, and nimbly crawled over the walls of the building, slipping upwards with style and tossing his strings glamorously. His speed, as incredible as it was, was not quite first rate, not enough to pull off such a climb so effortlessly. This was nothing more than pure style and technique, his style.
He jumped up the roof and landed on his one toe over a string, his web already stretched 30 meters inbetween a bunch of building rooftops so he was perfectly balanced midair, as if he was somehow floating over the city. Why did he make a web you ask? Why, he wouldn't be able to loom so aesthetically otherwise, posing while grinning like a carnivorous hunter. Girl in his arms, like a hunter of romance.
And from that high vantage point, one could notice the whooole city. But that wasn't where his eyes were focused, no. The city docks, with his prey in sight, were the sights he set his eyes to.
"Heheh. Ain't that a pretty sight honey?"