"How precisely would you help, Logan? You gonna cut my brain apart with your steak knives? Or just drink me dead?" Remy sneered and grabbed the claw with his hand, letting it cut. The skin began to atrophy and turn blue. "I can't feel anything, merde pour le cerveau."
He looked over Logan's shoulder to see Mystique. He didn't want to be having a spat with that spymaster around. And a flash of memory rolled over his mind and he frowned deeper. "Your shot, it stopped Magneto but. Is he dead?:"