Kevin wouldn't go that far. Charles Xavier is a nut case on his good days. Today hadn't been one of those. But maybe he'd not been completely wrong. Kevin likes that she's small enough to snuggle in on his chest. That's... alright, it makes him feel possessive and manly. He knows good and well that Kitty could phase him into a wall or something, but he can't help but feel protective of her, when they're like this. Call it the caveman instinct.

He keeps combing her hair. "You never did get your pizza." He murmurs after a little while. Honestly, he could go for food right now. A glance at the time. They've got time until the one place closes.