Remy shook his head quickly. "Well, I had 'nough. Mebbe. Almost." He wanted to drink a bit more, now. He slowly looked back up, frowning.
"Dun be sorry, Rogue. Ain't your fault. Juss..." Just what? Just what she was, what she did? Way to charm. "Accidents happen," he said, catching himself. "Here, 'specially. Not'ing t'pologize for."