His lip curls up slightly at the thought of 'magic'. He knows there's science behind every statement and Charles' genetics is proof of that. As it is, though, magic sounds so childlike and whimsical when Erik is sure that it isn't as simple as that. "Try and make a life here," he echoes the words. "You mean to say I wasn't just plucked up from the grounds by Azazel or Shaw?" he asks, testing the boy's reactions.

It won't take much, Erik reasons. Everyone has their tells whether in the smallest shift of their faces or a twitch of their expression. He ignores, for the moment, his inability to move a simple object -- for now.