People with supernatural abilities are always deserving of praise. Well, as long as they aren't Apocalypse and his followers. "Thought you'd never ask," he teases, fangs gleaming once more.

After backpedaling a couple of steps, the blue boy dips in a bow then vanishes with a bamf, dissipating within the midnight-colored haze. He's only gone a few seconds, but when he reappears, it's on the ceiling some feet above John's head. "Pretty convenient, wouldn't you say?"