"Very well," Erik said, and some of the levity slid from his face. His eyes grew thoughtful as he scanned the far back wall.
...Christine had appeared there, when she first arrived in the City -- and the Hulk had broken into it. But apart from Enigma, he'd taken no one into his sanctuary of his own volition...
With a slow breath, Erik spread out the velvet beside the body, ensuring that it was folded well enough that they would have no trouble using it for the duty he'd assigned it. And when he was certain, Erik stooped to take the feet of the corpse. It was so fresh that it was very easy to move -- another benefit of having been here at the time Hannibal finished him off.
"Were you aware," Erik asked conversationally, "That I worked on the plans for this building in Paris?" It was a modest way of phrasing it. Erik had been the silent shadow of the chief designer, working together with the man to bring about the final product -- and building in his own complex designs as well, things that did not stay with the official blueprints.