Max really was a dirty fighter. 494 stiffened as she grabbed him right through the crotch of his camo pants. He might be worth millions of dollars in the latest gene splicing and super-soldier training, but he still had some pretty basic bits and pieces alongside the souped up panther DNA, and he felt it just like any normal guy would. He tried to squirm backwards but also keep a good hold around Max's neck with his arm, gritting his teeth as she kept rubbing through the fabric of his pants.
"What I think..." and he had to pause when his hip bucked a little under Max's attentions because she seemed to be less interested in shaking him off and getting out of the lock, and more with trying to get him aroused. He tried to tighten the grip around her neck but he didn't want to hurt her if he could help it, "...what I think is you're just trying to stall. I'll buy the Canada bit. But time travel? I don't think so."
Why was she looking at him like that? 494 struggled to keep his urges under control, although his body was proving that faced with a female X5 in heat, mind over matter wasn't as hyped up as it was supposed to be. Last he checked, Manticore was far from blown up, seeing as he'd just been there less than twenty four hours ago. But despite all this, 494 could feel his resolve starting to weaken, replaced by the animal urges to mate with an obviously ready X5 that Manticore hadn't thought to splice out of him. He knew in his head that Max was a crazy rogue who'd spent way too much time in the outside world than was healthy, but she was also pressed up against him, her back curving up against his chest as she gazed at him.