"We might," he said with a smirk, glancing to the wallet with a shrug as Scott made no move to grab it back, slipping it inside his coat pocket.
"Sinster's dead, didn' ya hear?" he said, then laughed at the idea of working for the X-men, "Nah, I ain't really too keen on 'dat. Right side a da law is so borin'. I jus' lure 'em all away ta join wit' me how 'bout?" he pondered aloud, "Not you though. Don't gotta put up 'wit dat no more if Sinister's dead. I ain't got no interest in ya. You ain't special."