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CHARLES XAVIER

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( he has it on record, her admission that she's already not only experienced but quite confident in her ability to break into somebody's mind if she wants to-- which really means that he only has himself to blame for nevertheless agreeing to what is as much a (terrible) game as it is a practical and useful exercise. )

First of all, the winner must teach the loser their technique.

[ Maybe he'll win through sheer optimism. Not that this has literally ever worked out before but it's his old stand by. ]

Agreed. I imagine you'd be terribly put out if I didn't.

[ He is going to get his ass kicked! ] In addition, I'll request a story, of your choosing. Over dinner.

( the important part is that the important part of him (e.g. his ego) is going to be just fine. )

Hm! Very well.

I will have of you...

( let's see. )

...your waistcoat.

I do think our measurements are marginally disparate, but as you wish.

[ At least he didn't explicitly comment on her rack. ]

At your convenience, of course.

I'm an adept seamstress.

( somewhere nuada just had a rage black-out and doesn't know why. )

Perhaps-- soon? There's so much, presently. The young woman in Engineering.

I suppose 'convenience' is something of a rare commodity.

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