Christ, did he really need this? Victor took a long drag of his cigarette and returned the pack to his pocket while she was ranting. He turned away for a moment to blow the smoke in the opposite direction of the girl, but mostly did it to smirk at the 'she never said a nice word about my father' part. Might as well get this over with, he thought dismissing most of her demands.
"Okay, listen. Your mother and I were together eighteen years ago. Geist was your mother's maiden name by the way." That little tidbit had popped back into his head recently. "I was working for government, secret agent man bullshit. We lived in an apartment and I came home to see her between missions and trips. Some shit went down, I guess right after you," were made? "happened, and she found out I was a mutant. She went batshit on me when I came home. Tried to run me out. She was waving some kind of paperwork that came in the mail at me, had my shit packed, throwin' crap at the door. It was a proposition from Weapon X, a project that worked with mutants and said so, explicitly." He rolled his shoulders and sat back into the bench before taking a drag of his cigarette. "She didn't want a mutant boyfriend, and apparently she didn't want a mutant roommate, either. So I took off and joined up. Figured I might as well embrace it. And besides, the domestic life wasn't for me." He grinned at this part, slightly baring his still-pointed teeth. The idea of working as an agent for the government and ducking into an apartment every few nights to bang a human chick probably didn't sound domestic to many. "So, say hello to daddy." He gave her a half-salute / half-wave off the top of his forehead and his eyes shifted back to gaze over the length of the pool, as if he was disinterested in the whole situation. He just didn't do well with feelings, and he had a hunch there were going to be some headed his way.