"Well, I was thinking the ice first..." Bobby admitted without thinking. Chapstick was something Bobby had felt was only good for kissing, which Rogue seemed to be indicating. Bobby was expecting it wouldn't come to that immediately and they would start smaller.
He took a breath, closing the door and then handing her the chapstick. "First, I just want to try ... I mean. If I just poke you for a split second, as flesh, would anything happen?" His hand was already half raised, fingers curled but pointer obviously preparing to point if needed. Surely a split second of contact couldn't kill him, right? Bobby spent a moment rationalizing in his head, then forced himself to take the plunge. He reached out to tap her chin, doing so and quickly recoiling as he planned.