Mystique leaned back for a moment, properly appraising what she had noticed earlier, and then laughed. "Then you used to have very pretty eyes," the shifter replied, shaking her head. "I still think you look better without them." Attempts at normalcy were to be understood, of course, but Mystique had always been drawn to the unusual, the genuine. Possibly because of what she was, possibly nothing more than a simple preference ... she couldn't say. She certainly wouldn't have been here, though, if she didn't entirely appreciate the natural beauty of the woman in her arms.