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The man glanced down at the book in Charles' outstretched hand, and quirked an eyebrow at it. "I cannot buy that," he said, eyes flicking up to meet Charles' gaze. "The language is filthy."
Charles grinned, delighted. "Not as bad as Fanny Hill," he said, cheerfully. "Am I to assume you've already read this, then?" He twitched his wrist, indicating the book.
"No," the man said, shaking his head firmly. "I was once subjected to Crome Yellow, which was more than enough, thank you."
"But this," Charles pressed, still smiling; and fairly certain that he caught a glimmer of amusement in the other man's eyes to match his own, "is a seminal piece of English literature."
"All the more reason to avoid it," he replied. "I have little faith in critics."
Charles laughed, and extended his hand. "Charles Xavier," he said. When the other seemed hesitant to reciprocate, he added, "how about I stop trying to sell out Huxley, in exchange for your name?"
The man grinned, a quick flash of teeth, and took his hand. "Erik Lehnsherr."
"Well, Erik," Charles said, enjoying the way the name rolled off his tongue. "How about I make you a cup of tea, and we'll try to find a middle ground between Zamyatin and Huxley. I don't doubt you've read Nineteen Eighty-Four?"
"Naturally," Erik said, checking his watch distractedly. "And I'm afraid I can't stay. I - I need to collect my children. From school."
"Oh." Well. That was not what Charles had been expecting, at all; it threw him, somewhat, although he was certain that he was still in with a shot at this man. He himself, after all, enjoyed the company of both men and women; why should it be so surprising to him that someone in his peer group should have children? "Well," he said, recovering swiftly, knowing how appearing shocked can make someone feel uncomfortable, "do come back soon, Erik. I would love to debate further the merits and demerits of dystopian literature with you."
Erik blinked at him, surprised, before smiling again, the expression genuine and slowly spreading across his face. "Of course," he said. "I still need to buy a book," he added. "It would be wonderful to own something that wasn't made of cardboard and wax paper again."
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