Nightcrawler

"Why am I here again?" Kurt Wagner the mutant known as Nightcrawler asked as he moved thru the halls of Krakoa. He was headed towards what some of the younger set called 'The Music Box'. The building designed and built for the more musically inclined mutants like Dazzler to recorded music or have concerts. Today it was being used to host the human pop star TayTay who was visiting Krakoa to meet one of her big musical influences, the Dazzler.

"TayTay mingling with mutants is her attempting to do some repair work on her image as the left wing pop poet princess. Her last album was not acclaimed and her recent appeal to the middle has alienated her core left leaning fan base. So a bit of quid pro quo. That means we can exploit the situation the same way she is. Good publicity." Emma Frost's haughty tone even carried thru her psychic communication.

"And I factor in to this how?" Kurt used one of his powers and began walking on the walls to get around a throng of TayTay's Krakoan fans who were loitering around the Music Box looking for autographs. "Lila Cheney, makes sense, a Mutant musician like Dazzler. But me?"

"_Optics, Kurt, optics. We have done research, focus groups and the like. And you, Kurt, test well with almost everyone. But particularly well with young women and gay men. TayTay's primary demographic. Having one more attractive, popular mutant at this event wouldn't go amiss, surely." _Emma's mental voice was both condescending and teasing at points.

"Of course. Marketing." Kurt rolled his eyes. "How silly of me to expect something else. I'm only tasked with the spiritual welfare of the nation. Taking time out of that to hob nob with a celebrity wont make that much of a difference, stimmit das?"

"Would it help if I told you that Tay Tay thinks you are cute? Because she does."

_"_Nein. Not helpful." Kurt shook his head, "She is engaged to be married, yah? To a big American footballer, yah?"

"Yah. But engaged is not married. No vows will be broken if you flirt with a pretty blonde." Emma sent the mental image of her smirk with a raised eyebrow. "Plus, you could take him."

"EMMA!" Kurt crossed his arms over his chest, stopped on the side if the building he was supposed to head into, "Am I correct in that you wish me to whore myself out to this woman for the good of Krakoa?"

"So tawdry, Kurt, so naughty... for a man concerned with our spiritual welfare your thoughts are quite sordid, Kurt." Emma chided. "All I ask is that you be your normal charming self around a pretty young blonde who fancies you. Whatever may happen after that is up to you." Again the mental image of a smug smirk with a raised eyebrow.

Kurt put his head in his hands, "Um Gottes willen!"