[Monet takes her time, as much as she can be said to dawdle. His thoughts are noisy, and intense; it takes a few moments before she feels she's composed enough to face him and sit.]
[She considers warning him, as she'd done with Damian, when he'd broadcast his anger. It'd been brought to her attention that telepaths were rare, powerful ones even rarer. (And Xavier was no longer here.)]
Unless you had another proposition.
[She sits as someone accustomed to having power; it radiates from every small gesture. She pours the wine meticulously - almost ritualistic in its precision. Everything she does is perfectly controlled, all put-together.]
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[She considers warning him, as she'd done with Damian, when he'd broadcast his anger. It'd been brought to her attention that telepaths were rare, powerful ones even rarer. (And Xavier was no longer here.)]
Unless you had another proposition.
[She sits as someone accustomed to having power; it radiates from every small gesture. She pours the wine meticulously - almost ritualistic in its precision. Everything she does is perfectly controlled, all put-together.]