[And she laughs. It's a cold sound, and not one Kitty might expect from her.]

Oh, I know where I belong.

[He's right. You don't--

Shove it.]

And at least you know my name. Why don't you let me tell you about Kurt, Graydon. Darkholme, is it? Are you Mystique's little good boy?

[That's drawled and said as if speaking tauntingly to a child. She's not willing to give up having the bench at her back just yet, but she does roll back one of her gloves.]

Does she use you like a glove? Do ya kiss up ta her, like Pietro does with Magneto?