Storm held his gaze, automatically lifting her chin a bit. She didn't need to play games with Sabertooth, but it didn't hurt to remind him that she was not of the type that backed down easily.
"We will have a problem, and possibly a match in the danger room, if you keep calling me 'sugar'." But she left it at that - no time, no definite invitation. She wouldn't run from a fight, but as long as Sabertooth behaved himself, she tried to stay civil herself.
I suppose him offering me our beer is as good as it gets with him. She took it. "I don't see why n..."
Her voice trailed of as she saw a reflection in the glass of the window. She turned to look into her own face - harder, edgier, and maybe a bit younger. Like a little brother, she thought, instantly, as she let her eyes wander over his body. It was a male copy of herself for sure. She had heard about him, but seeing him was a different matter.