Hercules clearly isn't sure if he should be allowing this tomfoolery, but he's not going to police everything she does. If she wants to do this, then okay. Whatever it is, he'll stand by and let her.

One moment, he's aware of her consciousness sort of nebulously around him, and the next, there's a beautiful woman standing in front of him, a short black bob drifting around her face, her arms crossed protectively across her chest.

He can tell he's staring, but he can't help himself.

Holy crap, Gipsy Danger is really hot.

Well, fuck me sideways. Gipsy, is this you? You look incredible!