Now it was Calvin's turn to get angry. He visibly rolled his eyes at Kurt's little tantrum and dropped the costume down so that he could cross his arms at the display. Not impressed pal. Did Nightcrawler not realize that he looked like a house cat when he hissed at Cal that way? Oh, and It was also amazing how quickly Kurt seemed to forget about how Calvin Rankin had saved his furry little hide. Not once, but twice now had Rankin stuck his neck out for the jerk. Once when he was a damn zombie by putting him in that downstairs cage, and a second time from that damn island and it's megalomaniac. But, no. All that went out the window as soon as Calvin referred to Rogue by what her own people called themselves.
Someone was picking favorites here. Well, Cal wouldn't stand for it. He was far to finicky and manic from his own clinical problems to worry about the little monkey's feelings. "Oh, I'm sorry. Does she prefer Hillbilly?" Rankin absolutely growled as he jerked the uniform up off the ground and turned to trot out of the living room. If they were going to talk business Cal at least preferred to move it away from prying eyes. He had a reputation to uphold in front of these kids. According to most of them Rankin was like the Wolverine of this here school and Mimic needed that view to stick around. After all, he was making some money off of these brats paying for his outings. Of course he wanted that little deal to keep going. Cal stomped up to the downstairs office and flopped down in the nicest chair in the room. Normally he would have tried to put this off till the last minuet, but he could tell when an X-man wasn't about to just let things go. So this was as good as any place. "Then what do you want exactly?"