For someone who liked to a lot of crap, he seemed awfully afraid of her. Kitty could almost laugh if she wasn't so pissed off, but he'd have to settle for her sardonic smirk. "You're my problem," she said, stepping closer, holding up that collar he appeared so wary of. At least he had Kurt down in one piece, Kitty would give him that, but it didn't mean she wasn't going to forget that he'd threaten to hurt him. Kitty felt justified in making Calvin sweat a little. She made out like she was going to throw that thing back on him up to the last possible second, when the only thing stopping her from reconsidering was a weakened Kurt between them. Kitty shot Calvin one more nasty look before bringing the collar down and buckling it around the blue mutant's neck. I'm so sorry, Kurt. Kitty lamented in her thoughts, the corner of her mouth turned downward in a way that softened her hardened expression. "Take him to the room under the mansion?" Kitty's lips tightened. "Please."