Vision gave a small smile as well as he listened to her, letting her look over his hand as he sat still and patient like a well trained animal. He even gave a nod as she echoed his words and then provided her own understanding. She was very smart.
"And why are your parents that color?" he asked. He let his hand turn over in her fingertips, his other moving to meet his wrist. He rolled up a sleeve. He could have taken it away easily, without motion, but he did not. This was enjoyable.