Hearing that doubt in her tone, he brought up his fists, popping his tiny but sharp claws with a *snikt*. Wolvie scrunched up his nose at the name, but he shrugged. "Sure, whatever. More used'ta Wolvie though."

     He tilted his head at Rogue, then began to circle her. "So which one're you?" he asked, sniffing. "You don't smell familiar. And shouldn't you be older than what's her face? Kitty."