Well... [He takes that moment to take another LOOOONG sip of his drink, staring up at Erik, delaying speaking for as long as he can. At least until the glass is empty. He frowns and puts it back down on the desk.]

Perhaps I am trying to be polite? You have asked me several times not to enter your mind. I am just respecting your wishes.

[And not admitting that his powers are gone. Bad Charles.] Would you like me to enter your mind? I'm trying to be civil, Erik.