The wings were what Warren understood got him most of the attention. He looked like a living angel and he knew it. It wasn't vain thinking on his part; there was no pride in his looks or thinking himself beautiful or ethereal. It was just most people saw a person with white wings as an angel. And not everyone walking around New York had a pair of white wings on their backs. Even now there were glances in their direction that he was oblivious to. He chuckled at her theory about Logan and shrugged. "I guess anything's possible. Another case of the nice guy finishing last. Sometimes life just isn't fair."
The waiter came back with their wine and poured them both a glass. He left with a promise to return to take their order of food soon. Warren looked at Kitty, brow winkled, when she brought up the attack. "You mentioned you were in the infirmary but I didn't realize it was that long. What happened?" He'd heard Ororo's version of the events of that night and a tiny bit from Kitty several weeks ago, but now he was curious as to what happened in her part in it. He couldn't help but smirk about Hank though. "He's got an acquired taste kind of sense of humor. I like it."
Warren glanced at the piano as well, a smile on his face. "It's a hidden jewel I guess. The building itself is almost two and a half centuries old. It started out as a stable for the city horses, it was a fire house, a school, then it was a roller rink. It was left abandoned for a good few years in between all of them, then in the seventies it was bought by a man named William Goodman and turned into this. His son runs it now and, from my understanding, it hasn't changed much since it was opened." He took a sip of his wine and nodded. "Yes, we can dance here. Just wait. After people are done eating they'll get up. It's really nice to see, especially with the older couples."
Sitting back in his chair, Warren sighed quietly. "Yeah, she could if she signs a deposition. In a case this large there has to be a one hundred percent claimant account before anything moves forward. Which is why it's taking so long to settle. There are some people who just want to be left alone, which I understand, but really just stalls the process and drags things out for everyone involved. It'll be at least another two years before anything is even close to being decided." He shrugged his brows. "That works both against the company and for it. It's costing us money to send people out to find those we need signatures and statements from, but at the same time it's allowing us to earn more in the interim so we don't go bankrupt when a fair settlement has been decided." After a moment Warren looked at Kitty sheepishly. "Sorry, I'm probably boring you. I'll try to stop talking shop. Tell me about what's been going on at the school. Any interesting students?"
He could understand Kitty's logic behind not calling Erik Magneto and now that he thought about it, it made sense. Magneto made the old man sound immediately like an enemy. Using his real name took away some of that power. It almost just made him an old man. Almost. "I am still single by choice," he admitted. "I date but I haven't found someone who makes me want to not date." His laugh was quiet. "I refuse to settle for a pretty face and good sex. I'm waiting for that one woman who makes me say wow every time I see her. The one who makes every other person in the room disappear because she's all I see. What about you?"
One of the many things he loved and hated about Kitty was her ability to just put on rose colored glasses and believe everything would work out in the end. It bothered him because he was a realist, someone who had to grip a problem, pull it apart and come up with a solution immediately. Just believing everything would be okay and leaving it at that was not something Warren had ever been able to do. Yet somehow when Kitty said it, he believed it and envied her the peace of her faith.