It's not, at the moment, Scott said. He headed back to the small doggy bed, one of two in the mansion, and stepped gingerly inside, tucking his legs underneath himself and laying his head down on top of his front paws. Jean's mad.
His eyes followed Ororo, unable to keep his mouth from watering with the smell of meat in the air. I growled at her, apparently, during the fight. Not 'apparently', I did growl at her. I shouldn't have, but she's mad now.