She remembered well just how rough Remy liked to play. It triggered a moment of memories, but she couldn't let such a thing distract her, as it very well would. Elisabeth didn't expect to be on his back long and was ready to either go over his head or be shoved between him and another surface. But the dress ripping? It had to come sooner or later, but it didn't lessen her disappointment that the thing didn't last the fight. Still, it opened another door and she too was smiling, mirroring Gambit's lips. The dress had been short enough, but now? It was hardly more than a leotard.
Slowly making her way towards Gambit, she threw him a half-hooded look, her tone velvet and sultry, "Why stop there, mon amor?" Having closed their proximity, she slid her hands up his chest and draped her arms over his shoulders, keeping her lips a teasing distance from his mouth.