[Barnabas asks in that neutral tone of his, calm and reserved as he eyes Ororo. He looks a little different than she might remember, only because he is dressed fully in his armor, helm and all. There's an odd...tension in his chest seeing her again, an aborted feeling that doesn't quite fully form beyond that odd pressure. Which he dismisses as he does most things of that nature.]
Shall I lend you mine?
[That almost seems like some kinda euphemism, but it isn't. He does genuinely mean it, but it's up to Ororo to decipher through that dry delivery what he actually means.]
Colosseum!
[Barnabas asks in that neutral tone of his, calm and reserved as he eyes Ororo. He looks a little different than she might remember, only because he is dressed fully in his armor, helm and all. There's an odd...tension in his chest seeing her again, an aborted feeling that doesn't quite fully form beyond that odd pressure. Which he dismisses as he does most things of that nature.]
Shall I lend you mine?
[That almost seems like some kinda euphemism, but it isn't. He does genuinely mean it, but it's up to Ororo to decipher through that dry delivery what he actually means.]