If a brush of lips had given her his eyes and drained him a little, he hate to think of being drained unconscious. And the fear in Rogue's eyes just thinking about touching was what left Remy, well, worse for the wear on his nerves. The alcohol and drugs weren't helping.
"It does a lot more'n leave her sore and tired," he replied, with a little more of a snap than he'd meant. "I'm gon check. Dat drainin' ain't good on eit'er side a'de contact."
It didn't help matters that he spoke from personal experience. He took a few unsteady steps toward the door, trying to figure out just how to get there without alerting anyone to the outside shenanigans.