Victor liked their responses- neither of them was taking any shit. Stepping forward, he looked up and down the hall, licking his lips. "Where are we headed?" he asked presumptuously. He looked back at Magneto. "You're still takin' in strays for that resort you're runnin. Well maybe you guys work with a professional instead of some fucking teenage girls, things'll go right for a change." He grinned, his eyes twinkling wildly. "Keep me in smokes and booze, and I'll kill anyone you want." His eyes narrowed, and his breathing lowered. "Starting with Nick Fury..."