Emma pouted when Scott had moved to stand. She sighed. Her legs eased back toward her and she tucked them gracefully up under her. She retained her laid back posture, however.
"No problem at all, Dr. Grey." Emphasis on Grey. "Scott and I were just thinking about going and having a drink. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you joined us?" Her eyes flicked toward Cyclops, as if making sure inviting Jean was okay with him. Her eyes locked with the Phoenix's. You aren't upset we were alone together, are you, Jean? You seemed in an awful hurry to get upstairs... Her eyes wandered from Jean's brown ones, then, and keyed in on Scott's thighs and crotch, as he was standing before her. They say size isn't everything. He knows how to use it, too, doesn't he?