“You think I’d be so bored, I’d sneak in here justa’ terrorize th’ little chickadees you call ‘students’? Seriously?,” Creed interjected as Kurt switched on the brighter white lighting of the brig. “I’m not a highschool bully, Elf. I got better things t’do with my time…” He smirked. “…like terrorizing you.”
That smirk only widened as Kurt showcased his tough exterior, but rather than taunt him even further about it, Victor simply answered Kurt's inquiry about his physical condition. “Besides th’ fact I reek of humans an’ could use a shower, it’s hard t’tell if I’ve pulled through all the way.” Victor cocked an eyebrow, and continued. “Y’know what? Why don’cha power down this little sci-fi box an’ take this collar off my neck. Then I can really find out if I’m feelin’ up ta’ par.”
"After all, how can ya' smell th' roses with a wad of boogers up yer' nose?" It was a crude analogy for the brute to mention, but the immature words held truth between the lines. How could he truthfully say he recovered well if his powers were inhibited?