[ Hello, child a fraction of his age trying to give him advice on how he should live, nice to meet you. ]

I'm sorry, what?

[ Seriously, this is a tone change he was not expecting at all. ]

It's so hard to do when so many people ask so many weird things. 'Don't shoot, Deadpool.' 'Don't fight ghosts, Deadpool.' 'Don't blow airhorns when Professor Sexist is in his weird little brain chamber, Deadpool.'

[ He might have been pleased Diarmuid agreed to take food, but this is a distraction. ]