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"What sort of visit?"
"It was the only way they'd let me in to see you," Xavier explains patiently. "By the way, do you remember calling me naive for saying it might someday be possible to come out?"
"What does your current paramour think of this?" Ignoring Xavier's question. "Who is it, Charles? That man with all the fascinating metal... no? Who then?" A beat. Then Magneto raises his eyebrows and says mockingly: "Well. Wild swans and telepaths."
Xavier snorts. "Mad dogs and Englishmen."
A laugh. "Set up the chessmen, Charles. We'll tell them it’s how we mate."
"Isn't it?"
The End
Author's Note: proverbially, wild swans mate for life.