It was a credit to his self control that Wyngarde did not given any indication that Wagner had surprised him, when in reality his instinct was to all but push the blue mutant into a coma in an attempt to protect himself. Old habits died hard, it would seem, but the steely will of Mastermind died harder.
Turning his pale eyes to the other man, he almost smiled, a twitch of his lips that passed in a heartbeat. "Guten tag, Herr Wagner. Wie geht es Ihnen?" He let his eyes scan Wagner briefly, gaze tripping only momentarily over the thick, blunt fingers and the tail. He'd long envied that tail, if only for the prehensile limb's ability to hold things, and Kurt's powers had always fascinated him. The sudden advantage he'd have if he could more easily move himself around was almost incalculable, and it made him a touch jealous of the other mutant.
As with Creed, he respected Kurt, and Kurt's time, just enough that he was present himself, rather than casting an illusion on the other man, and it was beginning to make him fearful, how much he'd exposed himself; thus, he moved on to the topic at hand, wishing his German was good enough that he could communicate with Wagner in his mother tongue alone. "Thank you for your time, Herr Wagner."