"I don't know anything about your powers," he pointed out. "Without that, what I know about the human body doesn't much matter in this case."

Greg sighed and helped himself to a seat, leaning his walking stick against the armrest.

"Not ever mutant power starts out wonderful and glorious. And not ever power stays the same as it grows, as we grow. And hey, like they say, sometimes the best roses have the worst thorns, if you get my point. That is... if the analogy isn't too painful."

Yep. He totally just said that.