Sean's grin twitched a little lopsided as he, once again, got that all too pleased feeling creeping up practically from his toes. Vaguely, he wondered if anyone else felt like that when things appeared to be going decidedly better than they might have expected or if it was just him. Maybe he'd ask someone later. Probably while he was intoxicated. He was using up most of his quota of embarassment here, he was pretty sure, and he figured he should probably save what little he had left for potential future interactions in this same vein. Look, he was feeling pretty optimistic just now.
"For a second there, you sounded way too much like Xavier," he teased, nudging Kitty a little with his elbow before going on ahead toward the kitchen, thinking all the while of where and how would be safest for actually showing off. Between his own determination and the direct training he'd had before Cuba, his control was good enough now that he didn't really have to worry about busting anything in the manor, as long as he had something else to aim for.
He was a little bit lost in such considerations when Kitty asked him something. Luckily, the short time it took for him to actually catch up to her words mostly just rolled itself into his own hesitation, which had nothing so much to do with whatever she wanted to show him and everything to do with being a teenaged boy who'd just been offered a girl's hand to hold, for however long and for whatever reason. "All...right." He only hesitated a moment longer before taking her hand, stupidly nervous, he felt, for someone who had, you know, been active in a potential war zone not that long ago.