Charles couldn't help the mental image of Erik making his wheelchair hover in the sky back to the mansion. Of course, they would be a bit more discreet than that. Well until--

"Erik!" His hands grabbed onto arms of the wheelchair. Bloody hell.

Once he was sure that he could keep his balance, Charles looked back at Erik. He had noticed his friend ignored the question. "Or you could wait with me for Hank and we could all return to the mansion."