"I've never claimed to be anything else," Erik sardonics under his breath, feeling somewhat idiotically fond and judging he must also look that way, considering what the corners of his mouth are doing. It's just as well he didn't catch the pulse of Charles' distress, although he's often thought it would do the telepath good to recognize the cruelty in the world for what it is.

He lets Charles direct the kiss for perhaps as long as thirty seconds, indulging himself in waiting and the pleasant sense of restraint it induces, but of course all good things must come to an end, and so does this, even if it's just Erik basically sweeping Charles' legs out from under him and tumbling them both down onto the bed.

From this distance, which is absolutely no distance at all, tangled in a totally undignified manner as they are: "Are you going to keep insulting my character? It seems a poor use of our time."