Clichés did exist for a reason, Irene was right. Mystique sighed, resting her chin on the other woman's shoulder, closed her eyes. "There are probably better apartments you could find around here," she commented. This ... yes, it would do, but didn't particularly feel like any sort of home. "At the very least a bed that isn't always threatening to eat you. This area takes care of its own, and you're the sort they'd like."
She was the sort that most people liked, something that Mystique had always admired. The shapeshifter could become whoever she needed to be ... Irene just was.