He never answers Erik, but the look the metal manipulator gets is answer enough, a distanced sort of observation as if they were viewing one another through glass. It isn't the same stare Erik is indulging in, the same interested awareness; not nearly so flattering. And then, the air settles in that unusual way that Logan'd come to associate with one of Charles' more useful tricks, and he turns quickly towards the sound of the glass bouncing off the hard ground. It's an animal response, for this to have his hackles up, his expression steely.

He turns, observing the bar rendered frozen and silent from when it was all bustle and movement before. The gritty floor scrapes beneath his boots as he moves.

"No," he says, voice both gruff and hollow in the silence that's settled. He isn't getting any friendlier - the professor being among those he misses sorely, and this isn't exactly what he wanted. "A little show and tell goes a long way." Which is why he's suddenly moving, claws sliding out between his knuckles with a click of metal in the same time his arms swings to aim them for Erik and his face. Look alive, Magneto.