The glow of energy fading from his body and eyes, Magneto watches after the feral, shaking his head disgustedly.
I have been a prisoner of war, Creed. This place is a luxury resort compared to what you could be going through, even with the inhibitor collar, and you know it. Yet you continue to act the ingrate...and for what?
However, despite his frustration, he does breathe a sigh of relief when Creed accepts his terms and stalks off.
"Herr Wagner, Wyngarde...it seems highly inappropriate of me to ask after that unpardonable display, but you were two of my other top selections for this mission. I feel a small, skilled strike force will be best for this, and your particular talents would lend themselves well to the mission's nature. Will you accompany me and Mr. Creed?"