"Oui," he agreed with almost a purr to his tone. "'Das uh co'e name." He lazily paced around her, headed further into the shop and allowing her to stand at his back without any concern. Clearly, she was no threat right now. "Me' y' here once, lon' time 'go. An' uh few times ou'side uh here." A gloved finger was lifting and poking at a pair of sneakers. He'd have to find a few sets he could wear. They didn't have many choices for sneakers, seeing as how the store was 1950's wear.. but there were a few pair, and he'd take whatever was in his size. Damn the rest of the people who might need them.
"Non, ain' not'in' like 'dat. Use' t' be uh X-Man, ain' anymore." He turned his head to glance back at her.. then was looking at the shoes again.