It was strange to have someone help her with her coat and open doors for her. Kitty always thought of herself as a strong, independent woman. But these simple little gestures of chivalry made her understand that deep down, she did want to someday find a guy who would know how to treat her like a princess. Warren was not that guy, they'd been friends for too long and she'd never thought of him as anything more than a good friend. It was impossible not to be attracted to him and to get involved in the glitz and glam that came with being around Warren, but Kitty knew once the initial nervousness wore off, it would be like it always was: cool and casual.
"I always wished I could fly." she admitted with a soft smile, looking up as well. "Mostly because of you. I remember watching you sometimes when we were younger and thinking of how freeing it must be. Ro always seemed to enjoy it as well. She always came back in such a serene mood. Maybe that was what I wanted more than the ability to fly, the serenity." After a moment she shrugged. "But, yeah. Flying would be cool."
Heading to the car, Kitty feigned disappointment. "Warren Worthington the third drives himself? And I was so looking forward to riding in a limo." She climbed in and thanked him with a wink. When Warren was in the car and they were heading away from the mansion, she smirked. "I thought the whole point of this dinner was for me to kiss your butt and impress you with how together I have things." She'd never heard of this place, but then high class restaurants weren't top on Kitty's list of priorities when it came to things to know about the area she lived in. It sounded interesting. As long as they had good food, she couldn't care how many stars the place had.
"It was January," she said with a shake of her head. "Um...not much, really. Besides what you already know, not a whole lot has changed." She shrugged her shoulders. "I obviously tanked the audition that day, so when I saw you afterward and said how awesome I thought I did...clearly I was wrong." There was a little sarcasm in her voice. "But it doesn't matter. I know now I can't leave here, even if it's to pursue a silly dream. I'm twenty-four so I've only got ten good years as a dancer left in me at best. They'd be better spent being at Xaviers."
Deciding to change the subject, she glanced at Warren. "So you heard Magneto's around? Isn't that nuts? In my wildest nightmares, I never saw Erik Lehnsherr at the school in any capacity, let alone as someone in a quote-unquote helping position. I'm trying to trust that Ororo knows what she's doing, but that man makes my skin crawl. I don't trust him for one moment."