Katherine Anne "Kitty" Pryde || Marvel || 616 (phased) wrote in crownplazaic,
Kitty had an odd sense of humor when it came to what she found really funny, and watching this place go up in flames fit the bill. She had been happy back home, secure in where she fit into that world. Here, well, she had no idea.
"You set things on fire. Who wouldn't think you're hot?" Kitty joked in an effort to change the subject away from the fact that yes, she was attracted to him. Annoyingly so, considering how she was still bantering instead of attacking. That could easily change if Kitty wanted it to since John was clearly preparing himself for her to have a go at him. So why wasn't she, already? "Quality, sure, but I've got a track record to keep."
Under normal circumstances the shrug would further frustrate Kitty. "We're not 'getting down', Firebug, we're having it out once and for all." His choice of words seemed designed to try getting into her head to throw her off her game. If he thought it would work, then he had a rude awakening heading his way. "...is that a threat, or an offer?" Kitty asked as a vaguely blithe smirk settled on her lips.
Kitty's decision to act on the overwhelming need to recover her equilibrium was the basis for her next move. Rushing at him wasn't exactly a calculated gambit, but she was trying something she doubted he would expect. "What, you find the idea of having a woman standing over you fully intending to turn your nuts into paste a turn-on, John? That's an interesting kink," she responded as she ducked her head down and attempted to bull rush him into the nearby wall.