Alistaire meets the ancient mutant's gaze, just as cool and impassive as his own. That timeless ambition and zeal. The primal passion, kept tethered.

He smiles.

"You are as you have ever been, Selene. I take comfort in that, to be honest. After the unfortunate business with Sebastian, I wasn't sure if you'd show yourself in Manhattan again. As for the appointment of rank--" He looks at his ring. "It expedited matters I already had on track, to be honest.

And while I admit it's not much to brag about, I dealt with my father. Grandfather wasn't able to get that one to stick."

He raises a glass to her. "Enjoy the evening." He takes a step backwards before turning ninety degrees and going to mingle.