"Well," Kurt began with a bit of a sheepish smile. "I guess I'm sleeping well tonight."

He scratched the back of his neck, glancing over at his fellow mutant—who was far less amused by the situation than he was. Not that he blamed his teammate and fellow professor. Not everyone was a fan of Kurt's brand of, let's say, charming humor.

"Ach, sorry, sorry. I'll be a gentleman. Cross my heart," he said, holding up a three-fingered hand solemnly. When his colleague's posture didn't ease, he furrowed his brows sympathetically. "Look, I can just bamf away, find somewhere else to stay. That way you can have the bed, ja? How's that sound?"

Kurt was definitely not opposed to sleeping next to his fellow professor—in fact, he was very keen to do so, but he also wasn't the type to force his affections onto others. Especially someone who looked so clearly uncomfortable. It hurt him a little, though; this was someone he really was fond of, and he wasn't sure what he'd done wrong.

Frowning, he leaned against the wall. "You can just have the bed. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. But...I do want to ask what it is I've done to offend," he said cautiously. "This entire mission you've seemed cross with me, and I don't... I'm not sure what it is I've done."

He was no stranger to conflict, and usually, was very good at reading people. But this time he legitimately wasn't sure. They'd gotten along just fine at the Xavier Institute, and Kurt had even thought they'd been growing closer the past few weeks. Everything had seemed fine, right up until the moment they were alone in the hotel room.

"Bitte," he said, giving a soft, pleading look. "Whatever it is I've done, es tut mir leid. Just tell me, and I can stop."

Kurt's tail swayed anxiously behind him, his heart dropping further into his stomach the longer he waited. He was afraid he was about to get the worst answer imaginable, that his colleague was now repulsed by him, and he really didn't think he could handle that.