@bloodonhiswings // continued from here
A connoisseur of life's finest offerings, he was no stranger to surrounding himself in opulence, frequently stealing what antiques caught his eye. Yet, as he stood here, a guest in his house, such extravagance... revolted him. He could not stand it.
"Mmm, yes, without flaw, I'm sure." Brows furrowed, he returns the other's glare with an equal amount of intensity, his tone corrosive. Had he been feeling particularly compelled, Fantomex would've taken immense joy in desecrating that pompous portrait with a hail of bullets.
As it were, his guns remained in their holsters. He had been advised to behave, unless he wished to face consequences. "How anyone can stand you is beyond me. Sacré bleu." A hand briefly goes to his forehead, fingers massaging temples as he nurses the faintest of headaches, borne from the very core of his lethal being.
"As much as I would... love... to stand here and clip your wings... We should probably... Discuss the more important matter at hand." That mutants had started to go missing, without a trace. He had almost laughed in Logan's face when the Canuck briefed him about taking on such a mission.
Amusement that perished the moment that Logan had informed him who he wanted to send on the same mission with him.
"You remember how to save lives, right, Worthington?"