Charles was looking at her , he smiled "I'm glad you found it intriguing." He could see that she was looking around at his vast collection of books. He knew people who appricated that kind of thing were often amazed. He relaxed in the chair and was thinking.
He did come across as quite a smart person really. He seemed to be still trying to figure her out. He was annoying that he couldn't read her. He knew he wasnt going to know for sure if she was a mutant unless she said anything about having strange ablities.

"They do exist in real life, simple mutations that dont have any effect on peoples ablities drive evolution, But when this leaps forward it can cause the bigger ones that give people ablities. There are many ablities. Not sure about anything, though there are still ablities I don't know of I am sure. But these people are mutants and often not accepted as humans." He went on sounding sad. "And some mutants don't consider themselves as apart the human race either. I just want to live in peace with everybody."
He leaned back and was thinking for a bit.

Hearing the mention of the missle crisis he looked at her "Yes I was, I don't speak about it that much I guess, But that day,, is the day I lost my legs.,,, my friend Erik is the one who put me in this chair, " He trailed off a bit.
The man wondered if she wanted to know more about him really.
Charles figured she was going to have alot of questions. He was glad his day was fairly free today, which meant he didn't feel under pressure about anything really.