"Can we play 20 questions on dis person?" he teased her. With their luck ir was Jean grey. Or Logan. Logan ended up everywhere. "You don' even have to say anyt'ing, blink once for 'yes,' twice for 'non'."
Uh oh, a serious note? He lifted an eyebrow playfully but dropped it as she went on, catching up that this was actually a serious conversation. She had a case of the jitters, whatever she had seen about the future spook her, rational Sage, badly. He paused, weighing his responses and sigh. "Non, Cherie, I rarely do. With everything stacked against me, against our kind in general, I don't ever expect to see the next year. Too many hopes have been deflated by pointy t'ings to keep it up." He took her restless hands in his own, smiling at her. "A whole giant mansion of wailing teenagers and you're started getting the urge, Petite? Mebbe, a little blue eyed bundle absorbing smartphones within reach?"