Piotr's eyes sharpen at that, narrowing. He has to appreciate the mutant's tenacity, on some level, something honorable in and of itself -- but that doesn't endear Miles to him any, and Piotr's still considering having him tossed bodily back out into the snow. But if he did that, he'd be hearing it from two princesses.

"By crawling around in the dark?" Piotr suggests icily, his gaze bearing down on Miles. Now it's a matter of how much the man will take. If his galactic career'd made him gone soft, he'd be unsuitable for soldier work. He wouldn't last long.