There was a rumbling chuckle from the Blond at Bobby's words, the sound seemed to come from deep in his chest and rattled around in his throat as he grinned broadly.
"Ya got yaself a deal, besides I got rather sensitive fangs, they always gave me an icecream headache." Victor said as he turned; putting his hand picked platter on a nearby table and padded over to where Bobby had directed, returning from the pantry with a bottle of relish in one hand and a pair of beers in the other. Placing them on the table he pulled a chair back, turned it round so the back was towards Bobby and then sat down, sliding the other beer over to Bobby.
"Beer an' icecream, good mix i'd say, an Victor Creed." The blond added, offering a big hand to the smaller mutant. "An by changed I mean what I am now compared to what I was, unless ya didn't have much in the way of encounters with me, then I'm thankful."