Mystique:
No one's left a scar quite like you.
Wolverine:
What do you want - an apology?
Mystique:
[bites him sexily on the ear]
You know what I want.
[shifts into Storm, then Rogue]
Mystique:
But what do you want?
[Wolverine pushes her off, then she transforms into Stryker]
Mystique:
What do you *really* want?
Wolverine:
I want you to leave.
[Mystique exits, glaring]
Wolverine:
[under his breath]
Jesus.
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