Remy's pout vanished as Rogue patted him. He really didn't need the encouragement to pick his smile back up - but he could barely contain his grin as he felt her touch. Of course, it was through that trench coat he rarely took off, but it was closer than he'd ever managed before.
It was actually hard not to win. He'd hustled more than his fair share of pool tables back in New Orleans for a quick pay-off. But he managed to leave two balls on the table as Rogue sunk the eight ball.
"Ah, cherie, I have met my match." He bowed low. "Lady Luck juss didn't want a man's touch t'day." He reached out, taking Rogue's hand. It was a little awkward, making sure his two ungolved fingers didn't touch her hand. He bent his head, lips puckered, but stopping a breath away from her skin, kissing air once more.
"I assure ya that ya'll enjoy your prize, mon cher."