As soon as he felt Remy's finger brush against his shirt, Creed knew he should probably drop him, or spend the next hour cleaning his teeth out of the back of his head. Regeneration - cool it was, pleasant and quick it was not.
He twisted away as it began to spark, lashing out with one hand and ripping a chunk of hair from Remy's head as he moved. A keepsake. His shirt burst into violet flames, crackling for only a moment before they died down. He swore, dusted t he ashes from his shoulders, and let out a bone-shaking roar.
"You'll pay for that, LeBeau!" He growled, leveling Logan with the same gaze. "As soon as I'm done with you, Runt, I'll make your teammate here my own personal chew toy.I'll even stuff him myself."