“Yes and some are even well versed in conversation” He smirked back lightly as he shifted a bit in his seat. LaCroix was seated and listened in the way he could easily be mistaken for a therapist listening to a patient unloads their experience upon him. Perhaps it was the Nightcrawler in him rearing his head. Silently he let Alessa tell him about her concerns, the main one being her mother. A concern that would involve him if he liked it or not but so far Dahlia hadn’t made him an issue to pull him into the situation. He was sure this was only a matter of time. LaCroix tried his best at a benevolent expression though on him it was seemed so foreign “Its’ normal….she gave you life and you are a part of her blood…I am quite sure she in her own twisted way loves you as well…believe me”