Where, he mostly only responded to Pyro. John was so far removed from him at this point that he didn't ever really see it as him pretty much. Sure, it was his name, but he just didn't see it full as him anymore. He was Pyro, and fire was what he was. Made it easier at this point to accept the villain that he was destined to be.
Then he looked over to Kitty with a look that was judging her innocence on the topic. He wasn't even sure he wanted to honor her with a response. How he'd be removed he wasn't sure, but he was drunk enough that he also wasn't really thinking fully on all cylinders. "Right." He finally muttered before looking away.
"Iron Man is Iron Man is Iron Man. They're all the same." John drank from the bottle before continuing. "The whole lot can go fuck themselves." And to drive his crude point home he ran his hand up and down the neck of the bottle at Kitty, but then drank from the bottle again.
Kitty, she was... she was something else. Why was everyone so ready to write him off as the same evil douche that he was, but Kitty was willing to accept him and see the efforts he was making. Which pissed him off more. "Well, I have pretzels... popcorn..." He shrugged. Pyro had handed off majority of the meat, but he kept some for himself. Though Kitty would have been right, he was more interested in drinking over eating initially. As a weird compromise, he handed off the whiskey bottle to her and swiped up one of the beers she brought. Cracking it open he took a drink and made a face.
"Does no one know how to make a proper beer?" But he drank more, it was still beer.