"Well thank you, Doctor Pryde." John mused lightly as he eye'd Kitty for a moment.
Pyro gasped. Him? The bad luck charm! "How dare you!?" His shocked face was wide and insulted. "I am not the bad luck charm. I'm wonderful and incredibly lucky! I mean! I haven't gotten stabbed up to this point, and one afternoon with you, and I'm getting stitched up." With a laugh he pointed at her. "Kitty Pryde, you get people stabbed. This proves it. One hundred percent." There was a low smirk as he leaned on the counter. Staring at Kitty, John felt, normal. Like not the bad guy for a change. Like just another guy in the world. "Pft." He shook his head. "You came along with me, not the other way, Sidekick McSidekick-face." Alright, he was childish.
All of this, was incredibly new to Pyro. The bantering with an X-Men. Sure, he had people he considered friends, but that was far and few. Thing with being a criminal, people's loyalties were very fleeting and sometimes very non-existent. So this, this was nice.
"Yes, less monster parents and their psychotic breaks. Or rules. Or whatever the fuck that was." Pyro mused lightly. "Something relaxing and comfortable." He sighed. Yep, Pyro wanted a beach.