"And they could die for saying so," he answered pleasantly, though a strange glint appeared in his eyes then was quickly gone again. Raven held power over him, that was true, but Magnus still only did what he knew would suit him best in the long term and that included not turning his tenuous lover into a bitter enemy. Although he was sure she'd meant it (mostly) in jest, thinking about the reasons he'd gone today reminded him of any number of things he had yet to do. He drew away and pressed a perfunctory kiss to Mystique's cheek, his mirth gone entirely now and replaced with a thoughtful preoccupation. He expected no reprisals from S.H.I.E.L.D. but it was best to prepare and, while he was at it, begin research into what could be done in future to protect himself from some of the energies his adversaries had displayed on the helicarrier today. Now that the world had begun it's healing he would have to send his people back out into it to gather information. "What do you intend to do now, my dear?" he asked her.