Take it in stride.

“Hmpt.” Selina shakes her head at Hiro's juvenile revelation. It doesn't offend her, because she very well knows how men, especially horny teenagers, think. It does get a bit practicable and boring, however.

Helping the teenager to his feet Selina has one concern, “Shrimproll,” she uses the mocking nickname she has given him, but in a more friendly tone. “One question for you: If I wear one of your costumes will it help me win the contest for Hector?”

“Yes!” He nods most enthusiastically. “I made the plastic parts myself with my three-D printer and the sewing was contracted out to one of the finest tailors in Metropolis. These are top of the line cosplayer attire, and when put on a body like yours, there is no doubt we will win!”

“Calm down, Chibi.” Selina can clearly see the eighteen year old is getting excited in more ways than one. “I'll make you a deal, I'll wear one of your outfits and enter the contest, if you promise to stop being a creepy little jerk and help me out. Deal?”

Hiro looks first at her chest, which he always does, and then up at Selina's face. “Will you promise to stop being so mean?”

Selina's eye brow arches, “Will you stop grabbing on to my tits?”

At that the tech nerd turns bright red and begins to stammer.

The top-heavy thief smiles. “I promise to cut it back a little. Now pick out your favorite outfit and meet me outside the main women's bathroom.” Selina turns and walks away.

“You don't care which one?” Hiro yells.

“No, knock yourself out.” The curvy burglar continues to walk as she knows the little geek just did a “Yeah!” fist pump as he jumped up into the air.