[That's the problem with letting someone tug you onto new trajectories: you're never quite sure where you'll end up, especially not with someone else calling the shots for you. Look where Lehnsherr's 'happiness' brought him. Really, if Shaw possibly had it in him to feel pity, he'd pity the man. Probably. He thinks.

It's curious to watch the other mutant now with so many decades between the boy Shaw molded (molded, destroyed, you say potato) and the man standing before him. There's still the spark of anger, of course - not that Shaw'd expected that to go anywhere anytime soon - but the coping mechanisms are different now. He can see Xavier's effect on his prized pupil and finds himself both irritated and impressed at the same time. He'll have to remember to compliment the professor later on his superb manipulation skills.

Shaw sees what you're doing with that letter opener. It's cute. You're adorable.]

You'll remember that he tried to kill me first so I apologize if I don't shed a tear. I can't help mutants who refuse to help themselves. [eyeroll] I did, yes. We established that the last time you brought the subject up. I believe we also established that I made you as strong and driven as you are today, so. [eh. there's a lovely English idiom about omelets and eggs here but Erik probably would not be appreciative.]

Now why oh why would I want to do something to his powers? [It was undeniably clever, Shaw will give them that. Privacy, he's learned, is a precious commodity in these sorts of environments.]