Vincent seemed to remember something, sweeping his hand up and away from Lucas' just before the other boy could have grabbed it. "Ah... but where are my manners. You are in the garb of your... talents, I should be so polite as well." He brought his palms together, breathing deeply, and his clothing morphed into Asgardian mage robes. He re-extended the hand, smiling. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance."
He tilted his head. "There's a certain... irregularity around you. Not just a mutant, are you?" He smiled, intrigued.
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