"Did you remember what I told you?"
Raven stood there with her arms crossed, completely naked.
Her indigo skin was covered in evenly spaced, darker raised patterns that concealed certain areas, almost like a natural leather outfit.
But to Charles, it was no different from being naked.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he half closed his eyes and chewed the last bite of his waffle. He focused on Raven's bright yellow eyes, doing his best not to look at her body.
"I remember. I rarely go that deep into the mindscape anymore. Usually, I only take a quick look for the information I need. Don't worry. And please thank Miss Frost for me."
Raven still walked over to the dining table. She pushed aside the honey jar and butter dish, folded her arms on the tabletop, and continued her stern warning.
"Emma said that even shallow telepathy can cause some mental contamination if you accumulate too much of it, like slow poisoning! You're scanning the whole world with Cerebro every day. Thousands of—"
"All right, all right. I promise! From today on, I'll strictly limit my use of Cerebro. Besides, the recent investigation has more or less wrapped up. We've gathered most of the information about the Mutant population in New York and the surrounding areas, so I'll stop using Cerebro for a while."
Professor Xavier raised both hands to reassure Raven. Suddenly, there was a soft pop in the room, and Azazel appeared in the dining room in a puff of smoke.
"Morning, brother-in-law. Morning, darling. You look beautiful today."
Azazel moved in to kiss Raven, but as soon as he drew close, he abruptly froze in place, bent forward with his eyes shut and lips puckered.
"Charles, what are you doing!"
Raven instantly realized what had happened.