“Enter,” he demanded imperiously, glaring at nothing in particular when she crossed the threshold into his office. Her assumptions about Erik’s mood were correct, though he was not inclined to lash out at her (unless she gave him reason). “Sit, please,” he gestured to one of the chairs before his desk and then heaved a sigh. A flick of Magneto’s wrist closed the doors behind her. He didn’t want to risk the chance that his son could be eavesdropping. “Your influence seems to be having the desired effect,” Erik informed her, though by his tone it was obvious a reproach was coming.