Selene sipped the drink that arrived and noticed the decided lack of a response from Ororo. Oh, false modesty. How delightful. It was amusing that a woman so powerful could be possessed of such naivete. But such was the destiny of mortals. Their lives were over too quickly for them to break out of their comfortable mental subcategories.
Selene, of course, was not truly interested in a bosom buddy, but it was an interesting fact that Storm had been worshipped. She had not spoken to many that had truly recieved that experience. And the last fellow, a physically unimpressive Austrian, had annoyed her with his fetid breath. Besides, he did not have mutant gifts like Ororo did.
"Of course." Selene responded, with a serene little smile. "But I sense that it is not something you wish to discuss."