Even before she revealed her deception she knew that violence would likely ensue at that moment. Therefore, entirely expecting his reaction she made no move to resist as he slammed her into the wall, not so much as flexing a muscle as his elbow pressed against his throat. It was a violent side that she’d not seen in him before and she enjoyed it, her tongue slithering across her lips, yellow eyes glowing slightly brighter as she met his gaze unblinkingly, a quick realignment to the inside of her throat rendering his pressure irrelevant.
“I’ve already given it to you.” She smiled, perfect white teeth shining from between blue lips curved in amusement. “You should be more careful when strangers offer you things.” He wouldn’t miss the implication that she could quite easily poison him again should she so wish it, indeed could do so with a mere touch of her skin against his, although that was not something that she felt any need for him to know. Instead her gaze flicked down to his arm, raising a scaly eyebrow as she met his eyes again.
“If you’ve finished?”
Rather than stoop to threats to compel him to release her she raised her thigh, sliding it up against his suggestively, yellow eyes gleaming as her knee brushed up against the rapidly shrinking bulge between his legs. She could beat him into a pulp, he could potentially use those eye beams to inflict damage it would take a lot of time for her to heal from, a stalemate and one which it would be foolish to attempt to break with force. Summers was many things and as she (reluctantly) had to admit he was no fool, a blinkered idealist perhaps, but even they sometimes had their uses.
For a moment, Scott considered shooting her head off just on principle, especially knowing that he didn't need Mystique now anymore to survive that damn poison attack.
Doing it or not wasn't even a question of if she deserved it - in this business, you quickly learned that deserve rarely had anything to do with what happened to people - or even or morality and shit like post homicide depression. He'd seen that bitch survive worse. That was what happened, dealing with an enemy who could move their brains anywhere into their body at will in case of emergency.
Sadly, the woman also had excellent speed and instincts on him, and the way she was moving her legs against most sensitive parts left no doubt how much damage she was ready and doubtlessly lusting for to do if she felt seriously threatened. Which would very probably lead to them both ending up a bloody, unsavoury pile of flesh on the ground. Unlike him, she could recover even from that fully, and he'd literally only just decided, maybe he wasn't that eager to let that second of life of his go to waste that readily. Not to mention that depending on how much they'd end up lying around here, bleeding through the carpet, it wasn't unlikely, they would be found by the wrong people. With mutant hostility once more going through the roof and more than once official or shady organization out there busy once again trying to wipe them all out, they might be both waking up tied to some lab chair then, instead of only with one hell of a headache in a few hours. Especially after the whole resurrection procedure at U.G.E.R., not something Scott was particularly looking forward to, and not only because he at least wanted to make it as far in this new existence as getting Charles' lying ass out of his current imprisonment.
If he didn't get to just drink himself to his second death and flip the whole world off instead of at least trying to make himself useful and deal with his past, then Charles sure as fuck deserved it even less.
And that meant, little as he liked it, for the moment, he had to put up with this woman.
Sober, no least, if he didn't want her to fuck with him on a decidedly non-amusing level again no less.
After all this time, he suddenly understood so much better why Logan never left the house without a flask.
Still pissed off but with resignation quickly taking over, he backed away reluctantly, still not leaving his temporary team partner out of his sight though. "You know if you need to get laid so badly, you could just have said so."
