WHO: Reed and Emma WHAT: Mind reading WHEN: Saturday Evening WHERE: Kitchen
It was really an oddity, his mental state. Reed presumed it had something to do with the fact that he'd spent most of his pique sexual years studying. After all, he had 5 degrees and he was only twenty seven. Of course, Susan was also, scientifically speaking, ideal. That impossible golden ratio of waist size to hips was almost achieved in her figure since she'd grown up. Her breasts and hips were signs of fertility, which were a draw to any male with healthy levels of sex hormones.
And then there were the other features. It was proven in studies that men were drawn to large eyes, small mouths, big lips. And her face was symmetrical. Yes. That was it. She was remarkably symmetrical.
And she shared his interests. And she smelled lovely. Maybe they had a very compatible set of immunities. No shared natural immunities. The human body searched for a mate that would breed with a wide variety of natural immunities. It was something in the scent. That must have been why he liked the way she smelled.
Reed poured himself a glass of orange juice where he thought this over. Yes. This was it. His body was rushing to make the best of his key breeding years and she was a genetic ideal-- aside from the mutation, which only made her more fascinating from a scientific perspective.
But she was his student, he told himself, and of course they could be professional. The problem from Wanda's spell could be shut away behind a door in his mind now that he'd analyzed the cause. It was purely biological. Purely.