"You want to spy on naked locker room talk?" Mindy echoes, brow lifting a little. She's not opposed to the idea and she might have attempted similar things in college, who even remembers, but the practicality of it is a little much to think about right now. Especially when one of said naked men is her boyfriend. "He has, like, three gyms. I think that there's a different culture at each of them."

The boxing gym he'd taken her to when she was trying to tone herself for Cliff's hot tub, for example, had the culture of a place where only a Batman villain could survive. Creepy and hot as hell, all at once. She's still always going to be a little disappointed that Tom Hardy-As-Bane never turned up, even if she had a boyfriend at the time.