Kijani entered the room, but instead of going to the other chair, she headed directly for Anthony. She stopped in front of his chair, and quite without warning, yanked him up by his shirt collar. She pressed her mouth against his for several long, warm seconds, before releasing him. Only then did she settle into the chair he'd offered, relaxing into the plush fabric as if she hadn't just kissed him. "So how did you do it? Do you have dirty pictures of Professor Xavier or something?"