There's a pause at that question. She's not the first person to ask him that before anything else, before the why it happens. It always strikes him though when it happens, when that is the first thought that occurs to someone. It says a lot about the person.

It says a lot about Christine, and he isn't surprised at all that that is where her mind jumped to. This quiet ache in his chest that has nothing to do with the hurt.

"Every time." His voice is soft. The answer is still the same. "Don't really feel it so much."

Pain is something someone can get used to, and in comparison to the many other injuries that he's sustained, the claws sliding out between his knuckles is a familiar kind of pain, a known one. He doesn't mind it.