"Life's t'short t'regret, Roguie." Remy barely nodded to the maitre'd as he slipped a fifty to him on the way outside. While they walked to the parking lot, Remy turned his gaze from straight ahead back to Rogue.
"I won't regret it. But I'll be havin' a hard time not regrettin' it if I dun try. So... let me try."
He stopped in front of his bike, gently taking Rogue's other hand. "Can we try?"