"You're more physcotic then I thought."

"No, not physcotic. Just a fool," Camille said assuringly.

"At least I'm a fool who is having fun."

Camille watched him from the corner of her eyes. "Fun, is it? Would it be as fun to kill a mutant?" she asked in a harsh tone.

"It won't last. You will either get caught or die."

"I will never die." I look at Camille. "Yes, it just might be fun. At least mutants can put up a fight. Humans just flee in terror. Even though that is fun it could be a bore some times."

"You are phsycotic. You kill just for fun? I can see tormenting people for fun, but killing? If you had a reason that would be different."

Camille watched him with contempt. "I don't even know what to say to you anymore. You disgust me. You are almost as bad as those humans," she said before slamming her glass down on the bar so hard that it smashed.

"You have no reason to say anything to me any more." I down another drink then I stand up. "I need to go."

Camille waved a hand dissmisively. "Go then and maybe, if I am lucky, you might be the one who is killed."

"That would be lucky." I mumbled to myself.

Camille narrowed her eyes at him. "What did you say?" she demanded.

I look back at Camille. "Nothing that concerns you."

"You two really don't like each other, do you?"

Camille glared at Enola for a moment. "I don't hate anybody, but if I did, he would be that one person that I would," she said, her eyes blazing.