[Rogue definitely takes the time to enjoy the kiss, but when he pulls back, her gaze is instantly critical, looking for signs that she hurt him. He seems to be okay and then...there's still a barrier. Rogue swallows hard, that look of panic and fear coming over her again. She looks to the bot as if she can reason with it.]
You don't understand. It's gonna hurt him and I can't do nothin' about that. It ain't somethin' I can control, or I would. Swear.
[In response, the barrier grows closer, nudging them together. Clearly the bot isn't sympathetic.]