Magneto has a small smile on his face and the spoon taps back, though it's softer.

"The Roma - Gypsy isn't a term they like to be called - are like anyone else. Some are good, some are bad. Most that I've known are wonderful people. They are clannish - they dislike ad distrust outsiders - but they took me in." For all his marriage had ended badly, he had fond memories of his time with them.

"In some places it has. In others...it's better. But I've seen a great deal of what wasn't good." He'd seen quite the opposite really - horror and death and violence.

"No. Psychic as in having abilities that deal with people's mental states - their thoughts, emotion, memories, so on. Clairvoyance is a part of it though, yes." He shook his head. "You don't sound like a fool, far from it. There's no reason you should understand this place any more than if you had been suddenly dropped into China."

Lazily, he spun the spoon around in a circle. "I have what are call 'mental shields' - that is I know how to block people from accessing my mind."