[ he almost smiles in delight. the fish bites! instead of spooking her and having her release herself from the hook (gamora as a fish would be capable of doing that; he knows this, she knows this, the entire galaxy knows this), he schools his face and plays it as cool as a cucumber. quietly, he thanks michael jackson for giving him this opportunity in reeling in his jaws. ]

I'd tell you, but … [ peter deliberately shrugs his shoulders. he can't say a word, gamora. it's confidential information, you know? his demeanor's meant to give off that impression. ] If you want to know, you're going to have to make me an offer. A self-respecting offer, I should say. I can't just divulge MJ's secrets, you know?