Rogue felt a strange sort of happiness at the request, especially about being told that he was pleased with her. It was the highest praise suddenly in her minde. The southern belle stepped forward, green eyes falling on his and she held the gaze...a shiver running down her spine. "I'm glad." The words were not something she would have said, but it was something the other voice in her mind would. It pleased her to no end in knowing that the Doctor was happy with her.
Slowly, she moved over to him, gaze never leaving his.