John tipped his head to look at Rogue, smirking a little as he clinked his glass back against her bottle. "All the time," he drawled with a rough chuckle after having swallowed that drink.
His gaze went from Rogue to Remy and he nodded. "This is him." He gestured between the two, figuring a second introduction wouldn't hurt. "Rogue, Remy. Remy, Rogue."