Christian grins lazily. "Not offended in the least, mate, although I'm nae buying that it wasn't your intention."
His face turns more serious, and his posture straightens. "The Rogues are the Rogues; one day, knights errant and almost lovable, the rest of the time, scum, pure and simple.
I ran into two of 'em trolling the lanes in New York in a pair of destroyers while was in me Arrow, yeah? Since I didn't bug out right away, they wanted to gamble for me life. I got away clean, but, core, they were playing cats-n-mouse. I say, enough."
Christian's eye turn toward Gambit. "You're right about the Frogs bein' rat bastards, mate, and I got nothin' but respect for you doing the Leeds run, but you got no idea what the lot us been through, or up to. You wanna run your trap, take it to the track or the Cherry, yeah?"
