It was starting to dawn on Rogue that Remy may have let her win. She was happy, though, that meant he wanted to take her out almost as much as she wanted it. Right? At least, she let herself imagine that was the case. It was a really fun fantasy.
Her heart nearly stopped when he lifted her hand to kiss it. It was strange, but she felt safe. A part of her almost wanted his skin to touch hers--at least then she'd have some idea of what made the man tick. The other part of her, the part that was still sane, won over, though, and kept her rigid with fear that it might actually happen.
Her breath came back when he kissed the air. "Uh... All right." She responded, finding her mouth a little dry. "When?" She added, perking up a little. "When are ya takin' me out?"