His pleasure subsides slightly when Charles retracts his hand, a momentary spike of panic inwardly worrying about his temperature being a nasty surprise, but then the professor reseats himself and the concern passes. By way of an answer, the wind picks up on Jack's whim and lifts him, light as a spider, onto the railing where he crouches with his staff draped over a shoulder, long toes keeping him perched there like a bird.
Charles doesn't seem bewildered or intimidated, so it's decided from one moment to another to admit the unfettered truth on a gamble.
"I'm the Spirit of Winter, or so they say." He certainly looks the part, sallow with a lilac tinge to his lips and hollow eyes. Blue as they are, however, they shine happily as he loses some of his edginess about sticking around. "Be a little inconvenient if I couldn't get from one side of the world to the other in a hurry, huh?"
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His pleasure subsides slightly when Charles retracts his hand, a momentary spike of panic inwardly worrying about his temperature being a nasty surprise, but then the professor reseats himself and the concern passes. By way of an answer, the wind picks up on Jack's whim and lifts him, light as a spider, onto the railing where he crouches with his staff draped over a shoulder, long toes keeping him perched there like a bird.
Charles doesn't seem bewildered or intimidated, so it's decided from one moment to another to admit the unfettered truth on a gamble.
"I'm the Spirit of Winter, or so they say." He certainly looks the part, sallow with a lilac tinge to his lips and hollow eyes. Blue as they are, however, they shine happily as he loses some of his edginess about sticking around. "Be a little inconvenient if I couldn't get from one side of the world to the other in a hurry, huh?"