[His face instinctively scrunches feeling that first brush of foundation against his cheek. Ugh, right, this is actually happening. No getting out of that. It's with a small sigh that he just fully accepts his fate, the breath almost loudly leaving his mouth but he actually does try to relax his face so she can work on him without too much trouble.

Not to mention that he's actually listening to what she's telling him, about herself. Her blood. How it's apparently tastier than anyone else's?? Uh. He wants to say 'how,' but also, he's not the type to really try blood anyway..... that's a boundary he hasn't crossed yet.]

So, you're saying that... demons? Or monsters? Chase you more than anyone else.

[That's rough, actually. Hm. He'll keep this in mind. But with possible 'monsters' existing in her world, the whole thing with mutants seems unlikely-- and yeah.] And I'm what's known as a mutant, because of my DNA. Well, there's a gene that we have that regular humans don't have.

[Wild that a singular gene is what causes him to have laser eyes. Or for Jean to be able to read people's minds.]