Wiping his hands on a small towel, he settled himself into a chair and watched her with faded denim blue eyes for a moment before answering her.
"Only what you provided when you arrived." There was a moment's hesitation as if he had to forcibly make himself not say 'miss'. "Rogue. You have a skin contact mutation allowing you to pull the life force from another being. Though from your demeanor, I have to assume that is not all."
He put the towel to one side, hanging it to dry off the back of another chair.
"You're welcome to have a seat." Though he was almost certain she wouldn't take the invitation.