"I have helped. Though, as done to us both, I don't think Xavier's school teachers recognize your true potential. Or your power." She shifted, opting to lean forward as to look better into his rich, brown eyes. Her blues sparkled, even in the dim, hazy light of the sauna. "You work tirelessly and with so little gratitude. They know you are humble and were born in a place where work is a duty... where hard, thankless labor is just the way of life. I believe you're being taken advantage of. And now," she clucked her tongue, shifting her eyes from him to the fountain at the end of the aisle. It bubbled quietly. "Now, you're being ignored and cast out. And not just by your peers and students." She leaned forward still and placed a hand on Colossus' knee. "Piotr, they don't appreciate the love you have to offer."
Her fingers massaged at his knee, and the tips fanned out and slid slowly upward, sneaking an inch or so under the hemline of his trunks, then giving a squeeze before resting there. Katherine, Zalika, Minka... Any of them. They turn away from you - to the arms of other men, or private ambitions, or out of fear of your strength and power, despite knowing what a good heart lies inside. "You should be appreciated, in a place where your work would be rewarded," in so many ways.