"I'm not a spy! Wait, what?" It suddenly occurred to him that she'd overheard this crazy blue bitch while they'd been yelling at each other since neither of them had made any attempts at being quiet. Shit.
He glanced up at the woman, thing, whatever she was and looked back at Carly. "Look, I'm sorry I lied to you but look at it from my point of view. If I came in here telling everyone I'm Warren Worthington's son, that my father created the Cure, how long do you think I'd live? I had nothing to do with that other than giving my father inspiration to make the damn thing. You know why he made the Cure right? To make me take it and restore his image. So if you want to blame me go ahead." This he toward the blue skinned succubus on top of him. "But just know that the Cure is voluntary. It wasn't for me, not if I hadn't managed to break free from the guards. Now do you mind? I. Am. Not. A. SPY!"