“On the bright side,” Connor says, “Emma Frost doesn’t have a weapon.” He unfurls the whip and snaps it in the air. “That could’ve been your ass.” “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I banter. He grins widely, looking less like Batman and way more like Connor Cobalt. “So much it hurts,” he replies.
see, loren was accidentally aware of connor's preferences, even before the tapes. IMDEADD.
