Nate licked his lips as Rogue took her next shot, eyes staying on her backside. This time the ball just didn't seem to have enough momentum to sink it's target and the solid slowed to a stop right at the edge of the pocket. An easy sink when Nate's turn came around... Assuming Remy didn't sink the rest of his.
The goth boy sighed and came up to stand behind Rogue, tucking his free arm around her waist in a manner that came across as pointed and possesive to the other men, but would seem casual and affectionate to the woman in question. A little brush against her mind would ensure it did so.