"If you don't like my language, you can always get the fuck out?" He suggested, leaning back against the wall as she took another step toward him. Dominic's scowl in her direction darkened as a response to that smile. Whatever she was doing, he didn't like it. But he refused to give her another step back. Dominic Petros did not back down.
It was true that Dominic had never been one for academics. He tended to skate by on whatever C- average her could garner. "Applying himself" was a waste of time just as long as he could graduate and get out of there. Xavier's wasn't anywhere close to a home. It was only temporary. He snorted at her question, all the same.
"No, I never took a science because I can't read," he responded sarcastically, rolling his eyes at her. "What the odds that someone's experiment just happened to fuck up the genes of over half the school's population?"
The idea that he'd lose his powers was just stupid. Dominic couldn't lose something that was so ingrained in himself. Not to mention that the idea was just a little scary. So much of who he was was entangled in his mutant status.