[So he's heard. But hey, a little flattery goes a long way when you've got a life-long designation as the "funny guy" and never once the hottie. Richie bats him some eyelashes and remarks coquettishly:]

Do you really think so?

[The pallor is starting to seep out of him at last. He's a pale man to begin with but there's a few shades between him and ghostly ash, and he's sneaking back up the Pantone chart the more he runs his mouth. Lucky thing Peter's being agreeable too, and not getting too nosey about the Brothers Grimm rejects tucked along the shelves.]

So long as it's not that fyrra lounge, I'm in. You're cute and all, Quill, but you ain't my type.

[He takes a happy stride out of the shelving and shoots the man a grin.] Let's vamoose. Lead the way, big guy. I'll even buy the first round.