“Do I frighten you?” Erik inquired when he noticed the tension that had come over Rogue at the nearness of his presence. It wasn’t enough that she hadn’t still made a place for him beside her, but it was enough that it had caught his attention. He was, in many ways, used to bringing that reaction out in others while simultaneously it provoked something in him that reminded him of the depth of his own fears in his youth.
There was a laziness to the movement of his wrist as he turned the shaker, making his drink then pouring it into a glass casually. He took a sip of it before he offered any semblance of comfort to buffer how his question had overshadowed her attempt at saying something nice. “I would never harm another mutant.” He assured, “I have no interest in dividing us any further.”
Other than from those who would turn against them.