Raven leans into the hands on her face. She loves him so very much. Why can't she date someone like him instead of some jerk who leaves her for someone else? She slides her hands up and covers his. "Talk like that and you might spoil me for other boys." Except that it's already happened. She's pretty sure that every boy she meets will be held up to the yardstick that is Charles Xavier.

"I don't think that I want to..." She pauses and changes her mind mid-sentence. "Dance with me?"