Jean and Scott, after Jean's lunch

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Having made it safely home without being abducted or hit on (any more), Jean mentions the dinner invitation to Scott, and he threatens Haverford with bodily harm.



"Scott?" Jean called out, closing the door to their suite and stepping out of her heels. "I'm home." Rather than bend down to pick them up, her shoes floated up to meet her hand as she headed into the bedroom - getting out of her nice 'meeting with people' clothes and into something more comfortable sounded like a plan.

Scott was slouched in one of the armchairs by the window, reading, Des curled on the top of the hair, just behind his head. She gave Jean a narrow-eyed look. Scott, in contrast, smiled.

"How was it?" he asked, closing his book.

"Pretty good." The shoes floated off to the closet and her jacket followed soon after as she headed over to give Scott a kiss. "Haverford is actually a pretty interesting.."

"You always worry me when you say that. There are so many different varieties of 'interesting'," Scott said wryly, post-kiss, and set his book aside as he rose.

Des's cranky vibe seemed to increase as Scott got up, but she submitted to half of a caress from Jean before getting up herself and hoping down from the chair to go explore. "The good sort, I think," Jean said, "although I could have lived without the excess amounts of charm." She shook her head. "He's actually specifically interested in work with mutants and mutant training. Said he was interested in giving money to the school."

Scott frowned a bit, heading for the bed. "That's a bit unusual, off the cuff like that... tell me more about this person?" He didn't approve of men trying to charm Jean, period.

"Robert Haverford - a British philanthropist. I don't actually know if his interest in mutant training is personal or not. He didn't say. But, he did invite us out to dinner this coming Wednesday, to discuss it some more." Well, he'd extended the invitation to include Scott after Jean had pointedly mentioned her husband, the headmaster of the school to stave off the flirtation.

"Us, huh? Well, that's vaguely reassuring..." He gave Jean an innocent look as she eyed him. Yes, dear, I'm overly protective. Cope.

"Yes, us." The look on Jean's face clearly said 'not buying the innocent act'. But then, Scott being overprotective was fully part of why she had mentioned him. That and the fact that she really wasn't comfortable with strangers she met at social functions attempting to charm her anymore. "We ended up deciding on a Japanese restaurant in the city, supposed to be quite nice."

"Well, I haven't had sushi in a while," Scott quipped, sitting down on the edge of the bed, watching Jean. "What the hell, it's just dinner. I can stab him with my chopsticks if he makes a move on you."

Jean gave him a Look as she finished changing. "Don't kill the potential donor, darling. Charles wouldn't approve."

Scott gave her a crooked grin. "I wasn't going to kill him, ma'am," he drawled. "Just maim him a little."

"Oh, well, if it's just maiming I guess that's ok."

Scott managed not to snicker. "Robert Haverford," he said. Des came trotting back into the room and hopped up onto one of the pillows and he idly petted her. "Let me guess - sixty, balding, very British?"

"Er... no. Not quite." She'd managed not to answer this question when she'd told him about the lunch today. And, since it was slightly better than actually saying 'thirty-something, blond and worryingly sexy' she just shared the image of him in his suit with Scott.

There was no answer from her husband for a moment. "I dislike him already," he finally said.

Jean grinned faintly as she settled down next to him. "Aw, you have nothing to worry about, love. You're easily twice as hansom and four times as sexy." Sliding her arms around him, she leaned over to kiss him. "So what if he's got the accent and the money. You've got me."

"Mmm... I could do a British accent if I had to. I think it would be very bad, though." Blond British philanthropists were rapidly ceasing to be a matter of much concern, thankfully.

"Possibly in the 'so bad it's funny' way."