YOU LOSE

             ”I am telling you that I do not care.” 

                " Then why are you here? "

          ” No. I do not even know who you are. “ 

              " See, now I know you're lying.                 Everyone knows who I am, especially                 Wolverine's genetic material. "

               “Yes. Yes it is.”

 [ Groan. ]

Youth In Revolt - Royals (Lorde cover)

You’re that kid James always talks about!

Come again?

She rubs at her temple, trying not to blush. Why was he doing this to her? So embarrassing. 

Though he did slowly retreat from her mind, all the while fixing a rather cheeky look on her.

"Stop that." 

By now he was building a construct.

"I know I do." 

He smirks right back giving her a once over before he pushes back into her head, planting more images of himself in her mind.

She bats at his finger, practically pouting at this point. Damn him and his super powers! If she had them it’d be used to give him hell as well. 

He purses his lips before running his tongue over them. Sighing through his nose, he pushes his glasses a little higher up his nose. "Though you do rock that costume."

"Keep talking, Quire. You might get another punch." 

"I can do a lot more."

"You jerk! You have chicken legs! Like hell I want to see that!" 

"Excuse you. I happen to think that we both have very attractive legs."

"Go back inside of my head and see what happens."

It didn't take much effort. In seconds he was in her head, projecting himself into her mind. However, this time he planted an image of himself dressed like a familiar bird themed sidekick in her mind.

"I am going to kick your sorry ass, Quire." 

      "Doubt it. Even if you did, I could always dive back in. Telepath and all."