"I rather be two than as old as you," John said, his smirk turning into a more relaxed grin. He wouldn't admit it under torture, but he rather liked the arguments and bickering he got into with Kitty. Not many people made an effort to be nice and keep on trying after he made it clear that he wasn't looking for anymore friends. Kitty had tried until she just got sick of it and started to give back as good as he gave.
It was entertaining and it didn't hurt that he had always thought she was cute. Despite what he said, she was a good looking woman and he wouldn't have minded a roll in the hay with her.
That didn't stop the insults from coming though. "I think I see a new wrinkle coming in," he said, walking until he was standing less than a foot away from her. He was emanating a slight chill because of the condition of his back, but he didn't realize that as he pressed a finger to her forehead. "Right there actually."