Revan

"I have to say, I wouldn't really want that for him. He's not capable of controlling it, so If tried to keeo him in the dark about all of that, thinking the he'd end up like my other children, the ones I didn't care for, where they showed abilities at first, but eventually lost them, but that doesn't seem to be the case with the little red headed runt. And that's another thing, he doesn't look anything like me. How can I, a freakin demon god, havd genes that can be ober taken by some human womannI met. . . somewhere, somehow. It might have been a bar. . . or was it a brothel?" Revan scratched his chin as he tried to think of who Xavier's mother could be, but eventually gave up because it was too much to think about right now, and it didn't even matter right now anyway. 

"So, Samael, want to go do something fun?" He didn't specify, curious to see if the psychotic fallen angel would thing up something interesting.

Grimm

Grimm looked up as the 10-year old girl gave him a book, his face filled with indecipherable emotions. Putting away his sketchbooks, he picked it up and began to read, quickly becoming entrenched in the story. She was right, he really did like it, the suspense, the detail, the characters, it all gripped him by his soul and pulled him into the story.