"You little cat burglar you." John mused still tight lipped as he took a strong pull from the bottle of booze. Yeah, John was being super classy tonight, that was for sure. Though he still ended up with a plate of food. He didn't want truth be told. In fact his immediate reaction was he physically leaned forward as if he was about to throw it into the fire, but he stopped.
There was a slight side eye to Kitty while she explained what she was doing here, and he opted not to spit in the woman's face by ridding the food to the flames as he leaned back and set the plate on the small table next to his chair. Who knows, maybe he'd change his mind.
"Stick around? Why would I? So I can ambush the all might godly Tony, Mayor of Fuck-This-Ville?" Yeah. The party getting shifted and as Kitty put, steamrolled, didn't bother him. That wasn't anything he gave a shit about. Though this constant of his villainy hit him over and over again. Ambush someone? Why for? There wasn't any reason he had a grudge against that specific narcissist. So why not embrace the villain side, since that's where everyone wanted to keep him.
Minus Kitty. He looked to her and frowned, drinking more from the bottle and then held it out to Kitty to choose.