[No way. Jubilee's sure a looker, but he'll save that for the more, uh, scantily clad people he's seen.]

Yeah, they were cool in their own way. [Just as he's contemplating launching into talk of being able to cut through steel, she comments on him being an 'angel' and he can't help smirking.] Don't think just 'cause my wings are feathery that I'm 'wholesome and pure,' though. Save that for the blue kid. [Her digits stroke that single feather and Warren huffs a breath, doing his best to fight back the shiver it sends up his spine.

They might be a little sensitive for his liking.]