The Jersey Devil nods back to the cop, then turns to Talia. There is a long pause from the freak in the mask before he gives a childish fist pump. "Fuck Yeah!! We Did it!!" Then he seems to realize where he is and clears his throat, straightening out his clothes. "Yeah, we should probably get out of here. I'd offer you a ride, or to come over to celebrate... but I don't have either of those..." He scratches the back of his head sheepishly.  He turns around heading for the back door but stops, thinking for a moment before he turns back to Talia. "You got some kick ass moves... I don't suppose... I mean.. if it's not like a trade secret or somthing..something... and if you wanted... and if I don't disgust you.. and I mean.... well... could you teach me som of that?" He waves his hands indicating all of her, not really meaning the implications of indicating her body. His mind was slightly blinded by the thoughts of combining her dance moves with his parkour, and not for the superhero business, but for the sheer thrill of sport.