"Nein," is his reluctant answer, drawn out into a groan. He reaches up with a free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, as his tail droops against the floor. "You deserve an explanation, and I deserve having to tell it for loosing my control like that." 'I just wasn't expecting it,' which he will not try to use as an excuse. Its true, but also weak.

The promised explanation takes another moment to begin, as Kurt draws in another slow breath. "I.. was raised like goddamn Rapunzel. The first time I met anyone without powers, they took me from my home, tied me to an alter in the nearby town's church, and tried to rip my heart out. They believed their god would rid the world of mutants if they sacrificed the devil-child. After that, I became a soldier fighting against a genocidal mutant who had been risen to pseudo-deity levels. So I--goddamit." He presses his lips together in a thin line, his face settling into a stone expression that would be entirely believable if not for the drink in his hand sloshing against the glass.