Kurt nestled himself up against the counter in front of the coffee pot, enjoying the little extra heat at his back. He cupped his drink in both hands, blowing gently across the surface. He was a bit of a sissy when it came to temperatures.
"We're pretty good at breaking things," he admitted, suspiciously eyeing the sink. A moment of quiet passed as he took a ginger sip. The coffee wasn't the best, but it suited him fine.
"So... oh... you prefer James, yeah?" Kurt asked apologetically. "How hard is it to play detective when, with mutants, anything's kind've possible? Shapeshifting, mind control... Handling all that? That's impressive."