Remy was still trying hard not to think about it - but he had an idea for the "good night kiss" he was hoping for.
They walked quietly through the mansion, up to Rogue's room. Outside the door, he gave Rogue's hand a gentle squeeze.
"Can I try somet'ing, mon cher? I promise... I promise not t'hurt ya - or me."
He wasn't actually sure if he could keep that promise, but he said it anyway. Things didn't have to be true to come out of his mouth, after all. He thought he had, ever so briefly and lightly, brushed a bare finger against Rogue's scalp, and felt just a tingle. He actually probably imagined that, but it gave him confidence that he knew what he was doing.