"I've had enough of wholesome," John said observing Regan, "or as wholesome as they tried to make me." He never really did conform much to what X-Men were expected to be. He liked to ride on the edge a bit, and often found himself further on the edge than dead center where people like Scott and Jean tended to reside.
He smirked, "How about all of the above? Hold the wholesome, let me live a week in what Vegas is supposed to be."