[He almost says 'and now I know you're still with him' like it needs clarifying, but he doesn't. Maybe it's just because he's seen a world where he was the last of the X-Men that he doesn't really want to joke about Scott right now. Doesn't know how to go back to when things were easier, when he wanted to leech the heat off her body without a damn for anyone else. Still wants to do that, of course, that'll always be a part of his brain but somehow he possesses a little foresight.

Keeping his eyes on the road and his hand lazily on the wheel, he answers her question first with a tip of his head and a meager shrug. He's not sure how to delve into it all but he'll start easy:]

Mostly. Before you start callin' me anything - there are a couple kids here who're around time to time. I'm no Charles but I think he taught me enough to feel bad if I wasn't looking out for them a little. But ideally, yeah, I'm living a life of blissful seclusion.