Whether or not Raven wanted Charles to think less of Hank, in that instant Charles certainly did, his mouth thinning as he squeezed Raven reassuringly again. He let the anger go after a moment, but the disappointment lingered. He would have expected better from Hank, especially towards the girl he so obviously was infatuated with. His own insecurities shouldn't be spilled onto Raven, even if Charles could understand why they would.
"Well, he's quite wrong. Erik, for one, thinks you're absolutely lovely. And I think you're beautiful as well. All of you." He said, quite firmly. "Look at you. What's a little blue? You're still positively gorgeous. I doubt Hank would think a snake wasn't beautiful. Yours remind me of--do you remember all those times we went to the natural history museum to look at the dinosaurs?"
Charles paused a beat, and then laughed with a tinge of embarrassment: "I may be going about this all wrong. You're certainly not a big as some of the dinosaurs, although I wonder how, with the way you eat."
They both knew why, of course, with Hank's studies confirming the assumption Charles had made when witnessing that Raven could and needed to eat more than seemed reasonable for a girl of her size. Shapeshifting required more energy than a normal metabolism, especially when it was sustained, but Charles hoped a bit of teasing wouldn't go over the wrong way.
"You're not like everyone else, Raven. No one is like everyone else. That's the great secret of why we're all so insecure. Absolutely no one is normal, I promise you that. Your differences are what make you special. That's what I'm trying to say, although now I'm afraid you might bite me for comparing you to reptiles." Charles reached up to stroke her hair all the same, since a finger or two lost couldn't be so awful.