"Mm..goes with my hair that makes supermodels jealous, just a shame 'bout my ugly ass mug eh? Guess i'm not cut out for the catwalk..pun quite intended."
The blond grinned again "Still i've got other experience other than just rippin' people apart, hell I was helpin' bootleggers run booze from Canada to the US durin' the prohibition, i've been a farmer, lumberjack, solider, gun an' booze runner..even met an' worked for Al Capone for a few years. You could probably get a decent TV series out of me if I wrote it all down."
"An' yeah...Logan an' I share a history..we served t'gether an' later tried to kill each other more times than I care to count. This Logan ain't my Logan though..he'll talk to me with words, not claws which is a plus. Still he had this put on my leg..could have been worse he could have put it round my neck, sure he'd need a fuckin' ladder to do so but ya get my point.."
The blond said pointing at the tracker on his ankle. "Can't blame him..in the past I wasn't the charmin' feller you see sat before you. Hell we'd not be talkin' simple as, I'd be tryin' to kill you and you'd be tryin' to stop me."
He stopped and looked at a clawed hand before looking at Bobby "I'm glad i'm not that person anymore."