Xavier pouted and huffed as he approached you, pushing you down onto the couch. He was hitting the limit. You'd been talking about his hero persona for too long, praising what seemed to be your fantasy of him.

"Who do you like more?" he asked. "Me? Or Lumiere?" Xavier's little pout made you feel a little bad. "I'm… not jealous," he mumbled, trying to defend himself a little.

You chuckled and teased him, calling him an idiot for thinking this way. Apparently, it didn't help. He just pouted more. "…if you dislike someone, then you'd think they're an idiot not matter what they do…"