[ He turns his back on him, pulling away into the corner of his cell, as if hiding behind his cot might make him disappear. He wants to disappear from this place, finding the interaction to be quite the opposite of satisfactory. If anything, Charles is unnerved. He's unnerved at the blood on his knuckles, afraid that the mental connection with his team mates may be severed for good, and most of all, this man is unnerving. ]

At the very least, I know I'm better than you. Mutant or not, you're certainly the lowest man I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. Leave me alone.

[ He closes his eyes, refusing to allow Shaw to continue getting a rise out of him - he recites genomes and genetic aberrations to himself, as if reading his thesis aloud - he's read it so many times to study, he nearly knows it by heart now. He'd rather be alone with nothing in his head to distract him, nothing but genetics and remembering how Erik's arms felt wrapped around him. ]