While Jimmy was wholly used to beautiful women throwing themselves at him... they usually weren't of Kitty's caliber, mentally speaking. She was 'freaking out' and Jimmy reassured her, she questioned him, complimented him, then asked if they could leave. Internally, Warpath sighed because either he'd matured or his mind-meld with Eva had instilled in him some new ethically guidelines. Red flags that a younger Jimmy would have ignored popped up all over his mind. Even while Kitty pulled them from the dance floor, Warpath held her from exiting the party entirely. "Hey slowdown, Pryde." Proudstar gently cautioned.
"First of all," Jimmy started with an extremely serious expression, "if you're going to fuck with my tie anyway..." He unbuttoned the top fasteners of his shirt because this Apache needed to breathe and the reception had just gotten hotter. "And no... I wasn't kidding." About his carnality.. about his lust and never-ending primal urges. Since he'd tapped into the blood magic of their triad, Jimmy's appetite for everything increased. What Kitty was experiencing now a very resistant façade of what actually roared beneath his surface. His hand gripped the back of Kitty's neck and he brought their lips dangerously close to touching. "You dance with me, hold me, tug on me during a night I had planned on letting loose..." Jimmy savored her in their intimate proximity, before the phaser decided to bolt. "But I think I should take you home." Jimmy's expression softened, the steadying influences of Eva and Troy that he relied on these days gained strength in his mind. "I think you've had too much to drink." Something Jimmy had wanted to do himself... before Baldr. Jimmy released her, but didn't pull away - her aura was too delightful not to bask in.