He snarled at the next cut, knowing it would take longer than any cut Joker had yet laid into him, if not just because it was the most brutal, but because he'd noticed that he was healing slower and slower. Goddamn it Logan, he thought, You better not let me go now, fucking prick.
He squinted and nearly flinched at the blade so close to his eye, and looked at Joker's eyes as well. He couldn't really say much, focusing all his energy at that point on restoring himself. But once he could answer, he did. "You said it best. Freak. Born t'is way, homme." He smirked then, whispering loud enough so Joker knew it wasn't a secret, "You so close like t'is, seems like you wanna kiss."