His arms crossed over his chest and he took a long thoughtful puff from his cigar, his eyes cutting to Lindsay. Before he finally removed the sweet tasting cigar from his mouth.
"You've got about two minutes to give me a good reason why I shouldn't fuck your world all sorts of up. And you better make it really good. Because let's just say, I haven't been feeling like myself lately." His voice was a low intimidating growl.
He'd barely been holding the Wolverine back for the past few days, and now he was tempted to let him out and relieve some frustrations on this bastard. His head cocked and he raised a brow. "I'm waiting."