Jean-Paul catches that faltering word without it needing to be said. Tenderly, he kisses Kurt's cherk. "I don't keep track of him," he says, "but I would bet millions he's with you as well. It's a bit of a not-joke that all the core X-Men are just a giant polyamorous household." He snorts and looks around.

"And considering it, being back here? Ouais, you're all together."

Jean-Paul waves a hand. "We should. It's a sovereign nation, and we've figured out how to do most things ourselves so we're not about to be hurt by other countries withholding trade. It's run by a council." He smiles. "Which you're on, by the way."