[Guess point there. Usually the kidnapper doesn't actually get in bed with the kidnapped, especially not mostly naked-- unless they're confident or a kinky son of a bitch. Even if Wriothesley looks quite fit and able to take a challenge on himself, it would mostly be illogical to do something like and the other guy definitely has his wits about him. He finds that respectable, really.

With his own rationality slipping back on, Scott nods again, and oh, that is his robe that slipped loose during all that commotion. Ahem, well then. Look, he's not embarrassed about his own body for multiple reasons, but it would be nice to get his dick covered again.]

Thanks.

[His cheeks gain the faintest of red, almost matching his shades, before he reaches over to take the offered robe, his hand curling around the fabric as he ties it around his waist. Well, that was pretty much a masterclass of disaster on his end, and he almost feels embarrassed for himself as the leader of the X-Men, but he'll deal.]

Yeah, I can think of worse people to wake up next to. [Any villain of the week, mutant haters, the list goes on and on-- but as he takes in their surroundings with more of a focused air, no longer really distrusting his 'companion' here, he looks at the basket that's on the table near him.]

Looks like we got a welcome basket though. Feel welcomed yet? [Probably from the actual people responsible. He takes the basket in hand and starts tilting it around, examining the contents, and one eyebrow arches above his shades.] A fan of questionably designed cookies at all?