John | Kitty
That light tug on his hair and her coy dismissal on how she didn't want that at all made John practically purr at her. A drunken purr, but a purr none the less. Giving Kitty a side glance he acknowledged her innocence with a smirk.
"Kitty, do you think I am so easy, that a little tug of my hair will make me trip over my words and fall into bed?" John almost challenged. Of course when it came to her, it was very much the truth. Just the simple things she did really made him swoon. "Because, I'm not that type of lady, Kitty Pryde." Vague remembrance of saying just that in a previous encounter.
Again, false. He was just that type of lady, and they both knew it.
"No amount of seduction will get me to change my mind, young lady."