He could only smile at her admonition. It had the sound of an old argument, the kind of thing couples went through often during their time together. Exactly the kind of behavior he wanted from her.
"I did sleep beside you, Jean." Moreau crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed close enough to touch. "But my other mistress," he nodded toward the other room. "Demanded my attention before you woke up." He had never made any bones about the fact that he was at least partially married to his work. "I just came in to check on you."
Not that he actually needed to be in the room to check on her, but there was something to be said for the fondness of actually seeing another person in the flesh. "Insure all was well." He was a doctor, his need to care for his patients had always been important. It was the kind of thing that got him out of bed at 3 am to attend to those who neither had nor had any hope of having. Why he'd become a mutant doctor for those society had seen fit to turn its back on.
"Good to see you moving." They hadn't discussed her capture or his attendance at her rescue. Perhaps the subject was painful to him, perhaps not. He'd lost her, then found her again. Better to concentrate on the positive. "Shall I see about breakfast, something light of course?" Transitioning from hospital food to a regular diet was always somewhat chancy. There was no telling how one would react to the sudden readdition of fats and grease.