"You get what you pay for, babe," Midnighter says, because if he's going to flirt, he might as well be covered in second degree burns and eating questionable sushi while insulting someone. That just seems par for the course, lately. Hey, he hasn't run away screaming, yet."

He catches the fish chunk without apparent effort, not even looking down when his hand closes around it. Midnighter pops it into his mouth without hesitation, chews, swallows. "I've had worse," he says. "Pretty sure it's edible for normals. You wanna try, or live in suspense?"