Erik looked the man, no, boy, in front of him up and down, gauging his age and possible reactions to this confrontation. After a few moments, he spoke, "So, you seem to have an interest in my work, but no desire to be involved?" The blonde didn't respond, he just kept looking like a scared animal. Erik waited a bit, then tried again, "I'm Erik, although I assume you know that, and you are?" The young man looked as though he might respond, but instantly shut his mouth. "Could you tell me your name, child." Erik said, a bit more of an order than a request this time though. "I did." A ghost of a smirk appeared on his face for an instant. "No, you didn't." Erik said sharply. "But I did, you just didn't hear it!" The younger protested. "What's he talking about?" Erik thought. He was confused enough by the goofy smile on the teens face that he mumbled, "דאָס קינד איז מעשוגע אָדער ליגנעריש." He didn't think he had ever been so shocked as when the blonde calmly replied, "ניט, פשוט צו שנעל פֿאַר איר, אַלט מענטש."
"What the hell?" Erik nearly yelped. The young man smiled and said, "My mother's Jewish." By way of an answer. Erik calmed down and remembered why he had caught the boy in the first place, and said, "You have attended all my last seventy-something speeches, but always disappear without doing anything else, and I would like to know why." At this, uncertainty flashed across the youngers features again. "You control metal? My mom knew a guy who could do that once. She said it made finding earrings she dropped way ea-" Then froze, looking like he had said too much. At this Erik couldn't help but lose his patience, "I ask one last time before I will make you tell me, what is your name. And, who is your mother?!" The boy trembled at Magnetos rage, before quietly and nervously responding, "Peter, and my mama is Magda."
Erik froze in shock, it felt like the world was spinning. In his lack of concentration, his barrier fell for just a micro-second; He didn't even have time to feel the pain before his world went black.