[Before he knows it, William is pinned against the wall and wondering just what is even happening in his life. Seriously, he just can't seem to catch a break, and it even takes a few moments before William realizes that Mystique isn't holding him to the wall with a hand, but with a foot.
Right, so she's flexible....And for once the acolyte is just not going to ask. Even inebriated he knows when he's come across someone who could probably tie him into a pretzel shape and leave him there. Still, he has to at least explain his own stance, that's only fair since it seems his comment struck some kind of nerve.]
I'm married. So I'm not meant to look at other women no matter how good they might be. [William knows he's a hypocrite, but right now Mystique doesn't even know about his ex-wife who wanted him executed for betraying the city. And she doesn't need to when the excuse is perfect enough to get him out of the shitty hole he's dug himself into.]
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Right, so she's flexible....And for once the acolyte is just not going to ask. Even inebriated he knows when he's come across someone who could probably tie him into a pretzel shape and leave him there. Still, he has to at least explain his own stance, that's only fair since it seems his comment struck some kind of nerve.]
I'm married. So I'm not meant to look at other women no matter how good they might be. [William knows he's a hypocrite, but right now Mystique doesn't even know about his ex-wife who wanted him executed for betraying the city. And she doesn't need to when the excuse is perfect enough to get him out of the shitty hole he's dug himself into.]