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The club is hardly what Erik is expecting. After the train ride (while not long, had taxed him somewhat), he's grateful to finally be at their destination. He pries his hat off, hanging it up when they wander in the door, his mouth slightly agape at his surroundings. Charles had explained it to him, of course, but seeing it is far different than a thought.

He glances over his shoulder to where Charles is entering, gesturing inwards. "Shall we get a drink? Or right to seeking our girl out?"

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Erik raises his brow even higher, even if such a thing does not seem entirely possible. I hardly think that shade of hair is flattering to me, he thinks in return though says nothing of the legs as he is rather proud of them.

Erik does have impressive eyebrows and Charles thinks, Next time, I'll choose something darker.

Angel looks between them and says as she unfurls her wings, "Now its my turn."

Erik sits forward, far more interested in the wings than their silly flirtations, now. His eyes scan her and his face lights up with the wonder born of such things, knowing that he will never tire of meeting new mutants with their beauty and their gifts.

Charles smiles as well, she's beautiful, "Amazing."

Angel flies up to show them all she can do.

He glances to Charles, an impressed look on his face as he wonders what capability they might have in the course of battle, but that falls short when it comes to admiring the sheer majesty of the things. Amazing, indeed.

Angel gives a bow to them before landing but keeping her wings open, "Now that we've shown, what do you really want?"

"For you to join us and other mutants in creating a better future," He says and briefly shares an image of Hank and Raven which gets a nod from Angel.

"That's a nice dream and seems like you might even get it done. And you want me to come along?"

"Better than wasting your talents here," Erik replies, his words heavy and hitting every beat he can think to. She might think that she has a decent life here, but there are still too many wandering eyes and it's a waste of her gifts. "You could be more, Angel," he says. "You could be with your own kind."

She gives them a long look eying up their sincerity and prospects, "I know I could be more and I aim to be and if its with you then what would it mean?"

Charles glances at Erik before saying, "Come to Washington with us, join other mutants and we'll build a future."

"You won't even have to take off your clothes," Erik says, given that a job where she can keep her clothes on seems to be something he knows he would rather do.

She nods since that is worth considering, "If I say yes, what happens. Is there a fancy black car to whisk us away?"

Charles smiles and shakes his head, "Not this time, train tickets back to Washington DC and a place to stay if you need it." He pulls the ticket from his pocket and shows it to her.

"No, I need to close up some things here, but I'll see you tomorrow. For now, bottle's yours and enjoy the club," This is an unexpected turn but one that could lead interesting places as a different sort of action happens in DC.

When she leaves, Erik turns to Charles and gives him a considering look. It's hardly the best result, but far from the worst. "She'll see us tomorrow," he says, but his attention quickly shifts to something else. "Of all the things you could do to show your powers to her. That? Really, Charles?"

"I was having fun and being relaxed. Raven tells me all the time that its good for me instead of being a terribly stuffy professor,"

He raises an eyebrow at Erik who didn't object that much to his choice.

"I find it curious that you like to imagine me dressed in women's clothing," Erik replies, his amusement lingering just below the surface. "Tell me. How detailed was it? Women's underwear, as well?"

"Not that detailed but thank you for the image. Dressing in drag is a fine tradition at Oxford could be one reason or I wasn't really thinking about it and chose something,"

He doesn't think it matters and he can feel the tickle of Erik's amusement.

"I see," Erik hums the words, wondering what might happen if he were to do it in real life, not that he has the inclination to or even the means. "Well, I suppose I ought to be rather glad you allowed me my own anatomy in your little display."

"That would be because I happen to like all of your anatomy,"

He takes a long drink of champagne, this isn't a conversation he ever expected to have.

"Yes, I have noticed that as well," Erik replies, given how Charles seems to be quite intent on it. "I especially like when you present physical demonstrations as to how much you enjoy it."

Charles leans over, running his hand up Erik's inner thigh as he sips his champagne,

"I enjoy being able to touch you and be close to you."

Erik's gaze slides down to the fingers and he shifts his body so the lines of it are more open to Charles. "Have you made the people ignore what's happening in this room, like on the train?"

"Its easier here as once you're in one of these rooms, there's the expectation of privacy and Angel has helped by doing her part in keeping people away. No one will disturb us unless we want more drinks or are ready to leave,"

As he talks, his hand caresses Erik's thigh.

If that's the case, then Erik is riding a high at their work and feels rather delighted at getting another mutant closer to their goals. "I believe you were mentioning your liking of my parts?" he reminds Charles politely. "Perhaps you could show me what you meant?"

"Oh yes,"

His glass is set on the table as Charles closes the small distance to kiss Erik on the lips as his hand moves up to caress him and gently unbutton his trouers.

Unbidden, Erik smiles into it, rather delighted for such a break in their usual routines. It's hardly what he had expected, when he'd been fished out of the ocean, but it's proving to be incredibly hard to ignore. He sends his thoughts outwards, a frisson of yes, very nice indeed.

Charles is enjoying it to and plans to take advantage of every one of these moments that he can. His hand moves quickly to press against Erik, working his hand underneath his trousers as he keeps kissing, soaking up Erik's thoughts.

Erik licks his lips, his breath growing shorter by the second. "You're very good at this," he feels inclined to mention, in case he forgets to do such a thing.