Katherine Anne "Kitty" Pryde || Marvel || 616 (phased) wrote in crownplazaic,
It was a shame that he didn't have any memories of his time on Krakoa and being a Marauder. Kitty would have loved to hear his take on all that.
For half a second, she dropped the attitude. "I had my reasons," Kitty replied softly. "I want someone willing to live for me, not die for me." Kitty revealed. There was no shame in her tone, certain that she did what was best for her. "I'll admit, grudgingly, that this isn't nearly as terrible as I thought it might be. And we'll see about that." Hating herself for what she was about to say, Kitty sucked in a deep breath. "I doubt they're even half as fun as you are."
Whatever he hoped to accomplish, by saying what he did, she had no idea. However, from the sudden blush suffusing her cheeks and pause in her fighting back, he absolutely gained the upper hand for a second. "What makes you think I wouldn't just phase myself free?" She returned smoothly even as she felt her body twisting in the air, recovering quickly enough so that she landed on her feet. "Besides, the chances of me begging for anything from you are about as likely as you and Bobby hooking up."
Cracking her neck while straightening up, she nodded in understanding. "That actually makes a fair amount of sense." She had been thinking it was something like 'who would bring up food during sex?' but his rationale was sound. "And what would the right, perfectly sexy way be, oh pervy one?"