His name was the first thing he heard. It had been awhile since anyone had called him anything but Professor. His eyes tried to blink back at the light but they were sluggish and reflexive, trying to close again just as soon as the other man let go.
Whatever they had hit him with was fast, he hadn't had any time to react. One minute, he was sleeping in his own bed at the mansion and the next, he was here. Something was definitely wrong. Charles worked his eyes open to try and focus on the man's face, reflexively reaching out with his mind to find the others....
But he couldn't. The sense of being isolated in his own mind was prodding him more awake by the second and he blinked a few more times at Stryker, the reality of the situation sinking in on him. His expression was impassive as he said, "I don't believe I've had the pleasure." His voice sounded a little weary but that was probably from the drugs.