"You are indeed. You're so smoking fire hot that you could set this entire hotel on fire," he joked, knowing that John could do that easily if left unchecked. "I didn't know if you want it room temperature or on the rocks." He didn't have to concentrate for something so small and he made two ice cubes appear in his glass. "Let me know if you prefer ice." The grin accompanied the flirting. He didn't know if he'd have done it at home. He was still trying to navigate coming out and people' reactions, but it was easier when it was Pyro and he didn't think that the man gave a fuck about his sexual orientation.
"See? We haven't even started drinking yet and we already agree on something," he teased. Bobby opened the scotch and poured it in his glass. "So how long have you been here? And when- God this is weird in a non weird way, how long before your death did you get here? Have you been able to figure it out from Kitty? Or Kate? Or whatever she calls herself now? Did you know about me already? Probably since you weren't surprised, so after the teen versions of us arrived I'm guessing."
There was a lot of guessing here, but he didn't want to go around asking for everything. It would make him very boring. "Also is there a danger room? Anywhere to train? Is there training? Do we need to train when nothing can touch us and people who die just come back?"