[If Pyro's shown restraint, you can call Logan the fuckin' bishop. In an instant, he's knocked the zippo out of John's hand and hauled him up off the groud, the boy's legs dangling in the air as the Wolverine swiftly slams him up against a wall.]

You're home? You abandoned this home for a false prophet and jerry rig flamethrower. You allied yourself with a man who got the Professor killed.

[Arm across Pyro's throat, Logan's claws come fast, millimetres away from his throat.] SNIKT!

As far as I'm concerned you're not just a danger here, but to mutants everywhere.