The conversation was light, but still heartfelt. Rogue was growing more and more fond of this man in front of her, even as she tried not to. She slowly turned the glass around in its place on the table, watching him as he ordered their dessert.
"You don't need sleep." Rogue said, leaning in a little and breaking into a somewhat sloppy grin. "You're very handsome without it."
She'd sober up once the cool, night air hit her face.