"Great...now i'm gonna have ta get a sign ta hang round my neck sayin' 'Not a bastard'" Victor grumbled, half serious. "That or a fuckin' T-shirt."
Victor could sense Logan's unease and mistrust, he could smell it on him and yet there was none of the hairtrigger temper he was use to. Perhaps this Logan and his Sabertooth had a different past. And yeah he was flirting with Remy, it was nice to get someone respond to it instead of shying away in fear from him. The blond's eyes flicked between Remy and Logan and something about the way Logan was standing just said 'He's protective of him.' to Victor, which only raised more questions. The Logan he knew was as straight as a dice still that had not stopped Sabertooth at a few of his Birthdays when he'd had the upper hand. The thought of that made Victor shiver slightly which he tried to disguise as him rolling his shoulders.
"So...what do we do? Missions and stuff or are we just livin' in this place like some big male only frat house 'cause I sure as hell aint scented much in the way of females here. And if you think for one minute if i'm gettin' into one of those spangly costumes you wear..."