“Right… Say whatever helps ya’ feel better about it, Pixie.”
He had prepared another retort about Gambit once Kurt went to his defense. But when he mentioned Logan, Creed went silent.
And then he broke out into an explosion of laughter. Nearly fifteen full seconds of thigh-slappin', hoot an' hollerin', boisterous laughter.
“Logan never wanted ta’ do ‘bad things’?!”, he mocked inquisitively. Victor almost doubled over from his exuberant fit of chuckling. “Ahahaha…an’ Gambit…wouldn’t ‘stoop to that level?!’”. He hadn’t laughed this hard in ages, especially not at the expense of such an idealistic person like Kurt.
“Oh, man… he said with a deep sigh, all while fighting back the urge to evolve the lingering snickers into enthusiastic laughter again. “You’re a real piece a’ work, kid. Everyone under this roof is a murderin’, shifty bastard, or has been longer than they’d admit to anybody!” Victor shook his head again, and eased his smile into a grin – clearly feeling pity for the oblivious teleporter.
“One of these days, y’should ask Ninja-Tits to give ya’ a slideshow of their lives. Heh, I’d be plenty happy to tell ya’ myself how your friends really are. But th’ last time I tried to be civil with ya, I woke up floatin’ ‘round with an inhibitor collar on my neck.”