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Good. I have a point to prove to you. [She has very good instincts, because the next thing he does is teleport them both to her room. Long gone are the days when he was too insecure to 'port without a firm grip on his passenger.

He somehow manages to reappear crouching on her bed, his tail unwinding as soon as the smoke clears. Leaning back on his heels, Kurt folds his arms on his knees.] So why don't you believe me, then? Now that we're away from a public area.

Oh, just like old times. [The smell of sulfur and that odd feeling that comes with teleporting. It used to be close to second nature even though it wasn't her power. Would that she could stay on that topic, but he seems pretty serious about this one that she's having trouble with. She may also be misunderstanding why he's so intent on it.]

Kurt, it's not a trust thing. I trust you more than anyone. [More than Winn. More than any of the other X-Men here. She doesn't say she trusts him with her life though. She does, but after Piotr it's not a thing she even wants to discuss really.

She smiles trying to make light of it because it's starting to feel heavy.] You know how you can be with the flattery. It gets a little thick.

I know that you do. [The reassurance comes spoken in a soft voice, with a softer smile. Of all the things Kurt's lost faith in over the years, Kitty didn't live long enough to be one of the few X-Men he did.

Tilting his head, Kurt's tail taps a muted tempo on the bedsheets.] I know. I say it that way so you'll laugh, and not be embarrassed. Also so your many admirers won't skin me alive of jealousy, and don't tell me Winn's the only one to show interest. I won't believe it.

He's not. I'm sure I disappointed Tyrion when I said I was seeing Winn. [Others have flirted too though it's hard to say how seriously.]

...It's not like I think no one could want to be with me. [If that's what this is about? Then again, there is that voice saying they could want to be with someone else more. The one that makes her worry Winn will come back with new memories of a love back home that she couldn't stand up to like with Reid. Even that is an oversimplification and distortion of what happened with him and his new memories of Maeve.]

This Tyrion has good taste.

[The sentence sounds like a lead-in to him, so Kurt waits patiently for her to gather her thoughts. Ever so patiently, with his featureless eyes aimed directly at her's. He can keep this up all night, Kitty.]

I think he's probably a little attracted to everyone.

[Oh, she feels it! She just doesn't know what to do with it.] What?

We'll introduce him to Remy, then. [Kurt just wants to watch the Fleet burn, apparently.

The spade of his tail twitches, and then the entirety of it lays still.] You know what.

The women.

And no, I don't know what. You have out mysteried my detective skills.

If this man is anything like Remy, I don't think they'll be complaining.

I'm waiting for you to tell me what you're hedging around. I could tie you up and torture it out of you, but I actually do have plans later tonight. [He's also not at all serious with that threat, the least reason of which are Kitty's powers.]

[Feigned distress.] Oh no, not the being tied up threat.

I really don't know what you want to hear. It's just like I told you before. I'm pretty. I'm just not gorgeous like some of our teammates. Not everyone can be a Storm. Some of us have to be Kitty.

[Have a raised eyebrow, Kitty.] You know, comparing yourself to Ororo is setting yourself up for failure. No one is Ororo; not Jean, or Dazzler, or anyone but Storm. She's one of the women you see etched in stone a thousand years later.

You are one of those women whose smile makes a man's breath catch in his throat. Your face lights up like a warm fire, and your eyes promise all the comforts and love of home. [He says all of this softly and with a completely straight face; the flowery is just him, this time.]

See, I knew you had a thing for Ororo. [Trying to distract him from this with teasing even though he seems pretty un-distractable. He's also saying things that feel a lot harder to dismiss. So specific.]

Me and everyone else who enjoys the pleasures of the fairer sex. [Slight exaggeration, but though he's smiling Kurt is dead serious. She was his first crush and he's biased. The topic doesn't distract him for long.] Kitty, am I making you uncomfortable?

You're not...not making me uncomfortable. [But she's also not afraid of him and spending time with him, even uncomfortable time is treasured.]

[The set of his shoulders slumps minutely.] I'm sorry. That's not what I wanted, I simply--I suppose I don't understand how you can look that mirror and not see what I see. [He's always been so proud of his own appearance, defiantly so at times.]

[She feels like she disappointed and saddened him, and it's a terrible sort of feeling. She circles her arms around him, head resting on his shoulder. Basically just a steady stream of hugs available for Kurt all the time.] You honestly think I'm as pretty as Jean and Dazzler?

[Saddened, yes. She'd have to do a lot worse to disappoint him, especially now when he's so proud and happy to see the woman she's becoming in peace time. His arms go around her easy as breathing, head turning so he can speak softly into her ear.] Mhm. Can I tell you a secret?

You can tell me anything, anytime. Secrets included. [Your her Kurt. Even things that will hurt her. Even things that will make her cry or worry. Even in the middle of the night when she'll have to leave Winn in bed.]

[He pauses, as thought gathering up his courage to admit something horrible.] I never have understood why everyone went mad over Jean. [Kurt you troll.]

I know you can't see it right now, but I hope you can feel me rolling my eyes at you. [She pulls back with a smirk.] Don't think I haven't caught on to your anti-redhead thing. I know you, Kurt Darkholme.

[He grinning shamelessly when she leans back, eyes alight with mischief. Hands somewhat free, he gestures with one and his tail to articulate his points.] Can you blame me? Look at my mother and then say you can blame me for preferring brunettes.

Hey, if you're going to have mommy issues with the ladies you go for, that's the direction to have them. [Away, not towards.] Of course your sister's a brunette. [She doesn't have to use her kid gloves when playing with Kurt, right?]

Nein, really? I never noticed that before. [Rogue's also outspoken and capable of hurting him very easily, but he's not giving Kitty more ammo. Instead, a distraction!] You know, in the world I went to, Wagner dated one of his sisters before joining the priesthood.

Woah! One of his sisters? Who are these multiple sisters and was it Rogue? [Making an unintentional face here that's somewhere between this is gross and tell me more!]

Thankfully for the sake of my remaining mental capacity, nein. The woman who raised him had a daughter named Amanda. Apparently he didn't feel like going very far to find a lover. [And though he's grinning, Kitty's probably close enough to feel the random 'ew ew ew' twitches he's trying to suppress.] Needless to say, the other Kurt here can never know this.

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