Kitty | John
John for all purpose was a reformed man. Still the anger of hell fury, but reformed. He wasn't about the crime life, and the mutant politics were no long her problem being dead. Would be his problem if things were to come up here, but it didn't seem like that was happening anytime soon.
Though, Kitty's reaction to John's immediate acceptance of the speedo was wonderful. John was insanely comfortable in his skin, and the fact that she thought he'd turn her down? Hell no. His ass was too fine for that.
When she brought the trunks up, they were good too. John reached out and took both suits from her and held them up at his waist for her to see what he'd look like in each one. "This one defines my package much better." He spoke of the speedo, but then swapped to the trunks. "But these bring your attention better to my rock hard, Greek god chiseled abs." Who said Pyro exaggerated things? That's insane. "I'll wear either. Choose your poison, Pryde." He called out to her.