"Magneto ain't got nothing to do with me being down here, runt," Creed snarled, walking closer, claws still dragging against the wall. The scent of Logan's skeleton was drowning him, making him feel drunk, heady.
"You know I always put aside a little time for you. That special relationship we share," he paused, peering over Logan's shoulder and into the Danger Room, growling.
"What, no kidlets? Disappointing...I skipped lunch for this..."