"If only I could have met you sooner," Charles said, which was one of those regrets that came up for him in a wistful way. It was impossible for him to have known Raven was out there, and he knew that, but he did wish that he'd had a chance to intervene sooner all the same, just to spare her the times she preferred not to think or speak about. However, he also knew not to linger on it--that only made Raven uncomfortable, so he left it alone. "But I'm glad you feel that way about your ability. It's a very..."
Was he going to say it?
"Groovy mutation," he concluded, smirking, because yes, Charles thought he was that funny.
Most people would have pegged Charles at much the same age as Raven, psychologically, based on things like that, but while she stayed young Charles had made himself grow up faster than most people. He'd just done it without cynicism, which was usually how people approached maturity, but that had never been an option for him. So he could seem quite young, sometimes, and at others much older than he was. It depended on the situation and the witnesses entirely to decide it.
"I've noticed you seem more ambitious about your ability now," he commented, picking up the hairbrush, "I'm quite proud of you. Should we see about your hair?"