"Whatever you think I intend to do here, you're wrong." Erik's voice is especially resonant in the frozen silence, its steadiness matching that of his gaze. He'd returned his focus to the matter at hand about the same time as did Logan, and there it stays, attentive, penetrating. Apart from the minuscule movements of his fingers still spread wide, his hand remains still—and his posture is still entirely defensive. He may be telegraphing silently that he could completely throw you through the wall if he wanted, buddy, and do you really think this is a good idea, and why must we do this with Charles right there, but he is at least making the effort not to seem it.

"I am not the man you remember." Maybe. He hopes. "I'm a prisoner in this city, the same as you. There is no need for this hostility."

(Ten bucks says this just pisses him off even more.)