[ At least she can't see the face Kate makes, hidden as it is against her shoulder, pressed into the base of her neck like a kiss. Magneto has probably kissed her there, too is a gross thought and Kate bites down on it, teeth a dull scrape across skin. She presses closer against instinct, breasts squashed to Johanna's back, and the hand on her hip drags across her belly and down, fingertips stopped just short of sliding between her thighs. ]

He's good-looking in a dead-eyed sort of way, I'll give you that. I just don't see how you can stand him. You know he hates people without powers, right? Thinks people like us are like insects that deserve to get stomped on?