Kurt was very pleased with their little sparring session, Scion was a good opponent. He had a good, solid understanding of the basics, he knew how to handle a blade and Kurt had a good deal of respect for that. Too often anyone who had picked up a sword once claimed that they knew swordplay, and Fredrick was not making any such hollow claim. He knew it all, he simply still had to think, it had not become innate and natural to him yet, which was what largely gave Kurt his advantage. More time swinging the blade and Kurt had no doubt Scion could be his equal.
Fredrick's comment about dinner drew a soft, confused chuckle from Kurt, who was entirely sure that was supposed to be a joke, but he was simply not sure how. The German had seen quite a bit of the world and its hardships, yet had remained so very sheltered in many ways. A willful innocence, so to speak. The cry of unfairness drew an easier laugh from the young acrobat, shooting the taller male a quick wink. "You were the one to challenge me, ja?" He teased warmly. "You should know your opponent!"
"You are quite good also," Kurt returned his compliment with genuine praise. "Your form is good und you know the basics well." Too many people go bored and started trying to do flashy moves before they understood the method behind them, Scion had clearly not done and thus had won a degree of respect from Kurt. He stabbed his blade into the grass and groomed his hair out of his face as he allowed Scion and his friend to talk. He did not want to intrude, so he half turned away and did his best not to listen in on their conversation. It was only polite.
He turned his attention to his sword, retrieving it and had the misfortune of glancing up just in time to see the two men press their bodies and lips together. A cold wave of shock ran down Kurt's form, his eyes going wide and had he very nearly dropped his sword. A short gasp articulated the moment his mouth dropped open, and he literally recoiled two steps from what he was seeing. What... Dear Gott in Himmel, what was he seeing? It could not be, his mind tried to reject what his eyes could not seem to tear themselves away from. Scion was a good man, or at least a good enough one, he could not be one of those, could he? Kurt felt like something cold and sharp had embedded itself in his chest, and there was more than a slight temptation to teleport away and flee the entire scene, but his second sword was on the other side of the two kissing men, and he simply could not abandon it.
Fredrick and Nick turned their attention to him, and the look of shock and terror was still clearly written across the face of the blue mutant. Beneath his velvety fur, all the color had literally drained away from his skin. Kurt had known those around the Haven who said they liked others of the same sex, but he had never seen a display like this before and found himself ill-prepared to deal with it. He let out a small, choked sound before he snapped his jaw shut at long last and his entire expression hardened. "I must go," he announced in a low, crisp tone. It was miles away from the jovial, warm, friendly mutant who had been turning flips and teasing mere moments before.