"Lunch it is then, you know well my schedule is mostly dictated by me and my choices." He didn't mention that coming in second to a coma patient was hardly the kind of thing which made him as a person feel as if he were important, but he had to remember that she had often come in second to whatever project he was working on and he didn't even have the excuse of family loyalty to fall back on. Instead, he had simply been more in love with his work than with her. When had that changed? He wasn't entirely sure.
He wasn't entirely sure he was in love with her or the idea of her. Such a thing he would have to understand.
"Thursday. I can pick you up from the Haven if you wish?" It would give him an excuse to be on the grounds. Though he still needed to consider what would happen should he run into Charles, that young healer, the illusionist, or the Wolverine. So many people there who could potentially ruin his plans. Ah well, he would cross that bridge when he came to it. No trick worked forever.