It was a saying, being a product of those you are around. When others are doing good, it was easier to follow that path. Though good ole Pyro, much rather his rougher side, but being a criminal wasn't in his liking any more. To rich for his blood. Too much chaos, and he was more for the controlled chaos. Even with that, though, Pyro didn't particularly trust humans or people. To wishy washy and filled with predetermined notions on mutants. The population could go fuck themselves.
"I do know one. She's real opinionated, and might fine at her job." John matched her smile as he glanced at the burning candle on the table. Burning away during however long they've been enjoying their time together.
"Something I wouldn't do?" John thought for a minute. "What fuck on the first date? I'm a lady, Kitty Pryde. You gotta woo me better than that." His smile remained with his teasing tone. "F..O..M..O..." He tapped his finger on his chin. "Fit oranges, mangos, and orangutans?" He asked obviously oblivious to the true meaning.
"Who. Picture on the wall for everyone to see." John held his hands up to slow her down. "I'll mourn you, but the picture is tough one." He leaned forward some. "I mean, we haven't even kissed yet" John's blues fell on her with that smile and that very specific look of his. "Unless you want to change that."