[ For once Kate doesn't argue when Johanna makes murderous pronouncements like that. Her dubious look is for the likelihood of success, not the sentiment. Well, partly for the sentiment too, if she takes a moment to let her nobler instincts fight through. Not that it matters, her face still hidden, tucked against Johanna's hair until she brushes it out of the way. ]

I have a ceramic knife from Arima you can have, if you want. [ That's a sexy thing to whisper in someone's ear, right? Kate noses at the shell of it and nips at the lobe, rewarding Johanna's patience with an arm that tightens around her as she tilts and callused fingers pushed down to stroke back and forth through soft folds. ]

At least there are ways around his power. I guess if I had to I'd rather deal with that than Xavier's, even if he is the better guy.