[Charles knows. Even when he'd been living in a tiny flat in Oxford with Raven, they still dressed and spoke well, him especially, and it wasn't like someone who had degrees from Harvard, Oxford and more than one Ph.D. was strapped for cash.

And his room on the Barge was from the family mansion, so there was that, too. It's hard to ignore, and while he doesn't really like talking about it and certainly doesn't brag, it's still not something people were generally able to ignore.]

My father came from money, although I wouldn't say my mother was destitute before she married him. [Her family had been well off, from what he remembered, and they'd probably met at some society function or another. He wasn't actually sure of the details, as it had been explained to him when he was young and he'd never really asked again after Brian Xavier had passed away. His mother had seemed pretty content never to discuss him unless she had to, and while he knew they loved each other, it seemed better to just let sleeping dogs lie.

And he shrugs this off too, focusing instead on the tidbit Tony offered up and grinning, amused, because that was a bit more extreme than anything he and Raven had gotten away with as kids, except maybe Charles convincing his mother she had a daughter, but. That was different.]

Did you actually do that? How old were you?