Wyngarde nodded to Erik, slowly, as if he was digesting the other man's behavior slowly, gauging it for himself and judging the energies flowing between them. He had the same doubts, the same fears as Magneto had, inso far as their relationship went.
His hand, and a very soft smile, almost imperceptible, was offered to Kurt. "Danke." When the formality fell away, he wasn't an unhandsome man; the icy chill of his narrow face slipping and leaving his lean features almost welcoming.
Leaning his hip into the table near Vagner, he continued to puff absently on his cigarette, watching Erik and Uanaume interact, enchanted by the fact that while every person in this house had judgements about the other, few of them if any had ever actually interacted with each other. It was engrossing, the stiff anger and lack of trust, the fear and frustration roiling through the house, intoxicating his senses. This was a place he, at the very least, understood. Even if he was just as lost as the rest of them.