Room 116

So, I'm finally here.
Felix took a look around his new room. Nothing he hadn't expected: beds, a bathroom and...that was about it.
He knew he was meant to share, but Felix felt like a room to his own. Back at the estate, he had a room twice this size, so this was already too small for him. Anything smaller than his and he'd probably lose it.
Light shone in from an open window. Felix noticed a small bird sitting on a branch from a tree outside. It was singing to itself, feeling generally happy about life.
Felix could say he felt the same. After all, now he'd managed to get out of the estate, he was able to really use his power as he wanted. He'd be able to meet a whole new array of animals and make new friends.
Happy, Felix lay on his bed and smiled.
I'm gonna have a good time here.

Looked like alone was out of the question.
Felix quickly took the oppurtunity to draw conclusions about his new roommate.
He noticed the almost malicious stare at the bird outside, a stare that revealed an intent to kill.
Typical. They make me share a room with a psychopath.
"Felix. Felix Goldstone."
That was all Felix needed - or at least intended - to say. He could tell that staying around this Xavier wasn't going to be a very intelligent move.
He moved for the door, his previous cheer gone.

Felix sighed.
"I did. I told you my name, and that's all you need to know. Put simply, I can tell you're up to something, and I don't want a piece of it."
It was an instinct he'd learnt almost automatically - an ability to forsee danger. He'd been around animals so long, it was natural to him.
Which was probably a good thing.

"You expect me to believe that you;d threaten me like this over something simple like a party?"
Felix took a step backward. The arm Xavier was hiding was hardly inviting.
"And I'm assuming that arm you're hiding has a power. What does it do? Cut an enemy to ribbons?"

"Let's just call it instinct."
Felix didn't have to think long on an answer.
"So let me try and understand this. You waltz into the room, lie to me, threaten me to keep quiet about this lie, wave a sword in my face - and you still expect me to trust you?"