Ah.

( His mouth almost twitches into a smile at the sugar, but the rest of her statement manages to stop that. He feels, not for the first time, a great pang of sadness for his kind. Erik would hate him for that, he knows, but he doesn't give a toss what Erik things these days. ( Except, he does. ) Sometimes mutation isn't the gift he'd like to package it as. )

I'm sorry, I should have asked regardless of whether or not you were a mutant.

( He settles back onto his stool, pouring two healthy measures of shitty liquor into glasses, sliding hers in front of her carefully. )

I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but you're a little too old to have been one of my students.

( The ones before the war. He'd just been starting. They're gone, but she's -- he'd say roughly his age if he's honest. Maybe a little younger. )