[See, Charles might think that about himself but Shaw's been absolutely floored by the number of people in the world who are, in fact, prone to violence given the right circumstances. Limits are so - what's the word, he totally he had something here - oh hell, whatever, limiting, and Shaw likes to think he enjoys a life without limits. He thoroughly predicts Erik and Charles will enjoy it too, given the right push. Some people just take time.

Yeah, how's that going for you? The whole not giving him ammunition bit? Funny how many things look like bullets when you yourself are a weapon.]

Not a needle full of something. Only the very best in cutting edge medicine for our esteemed guest. How are you feeling, by the way? Your Beast told us headaches and a mild fever at first would be normal. You should really drink the water the guards brought you. Dehydration's bound to make it worse. [What's the matter, Charles? Don't like that Shaw knows about your little arrangement with Lehnsherr? Or that Shaw was Erik's teacher long before you ever were?]

You know, you say that... [He sighs and leans back, hands slipping into his pockets as he tsks.] Magneto's already giving me what I want. It might as well be a done deal. Not [and a hand comes up, a placating smile] that I'm counting my chickens before they hatch. I learned that lesson long ago. But it's so nice to see that we can pick up right where we left off. It's like the decades just fade away.

[The hand falls and he tilts his head as he observes Charles. Under the carefree arrogance is a burning curiosity and possessiveness that leaves no room for argument.] You're right, where are my manners? Thank you, Charles Xavier. Thank you for bringing Magneto home, right where he belongs. Thank you for helping me create what I've been able to create. Because to be honest, none of this would have been possible without you so bravo, sir. Bravo.