He was pretty young - way too young for her to think about anything untoward - but he was sort of adorable, in a little brother kind of way. She wanted him to feel at home, because he was, for all intents and purposes. Charles had made a point of taking her in and giving her a proper home, and now - in lieu of him bringing Iggy into the fold properly - she was going to do it.

Raven was quiet as Iggy felt her face, looking away on principle, because staring at someone while they touched your face was a pretty weird thing to do. Weirder than what was already happening. Of course, his appreciation of her natural form was better than most people's, save perhaps Erik. But Erik was in a class all his own.

"Thanks," she replied happily, grinning at his blush; it was probably able to be felt under his hands. And hopefully he could tell the difference between a mocking grin and a genuine one.