Clearly, his image of trying to hurt people was different from his own. Throwing super charged cards that explode and eye beams that leveled buildings could hurt civilians. He was pretty dense. Honestly, Scott didn't want to fight at all. A card exploded in his pocket, and he kept his calm. Remy was the one without all his ducks in a row.
As he walked, he heard him make a comment about Rogue. Stopping, he turned back to the man with a confused look. "Do you want me to fight you?" He was walking back to him now. "You can twirl your stick, and throw your little bits, but in the end, Sinister was right. If I lost my cool with you, you wouldn't last 5 minutes." He figured that would get him. He seemed to start all this over Sinister. That would shut him up.
"As for Rogue? Yeah. Tell her I am disappointed, and to stop hanging out with Lost Boy wannabes." He squared his shoulders, waiting for the fight or flight response. "Now, you done playing your games and gonna go home like a good boy, or you actually gonna think about the way this is going?"