Sarcasm was usually a good rule-of-thumb for health around the X-mansion. If you could be snarky, you were going to make it. He smiled back at her, relieved the worst seemed over and she was biting back. "Good to know, it looked sooo awesome." He tilted his head to hers when she whispered and shrugged at the question. "Non, Petite, I'm used to ladies falling dead after a kiss from me. Part of being Gambit, I'm afraid." He winked at her as he teased, smile turing devious. "Though it sets a sad precedent for our later dates if dat happens often. We'll think of something, I'm sure." The question of invading her personal space was answered when she returned touches. He hummed a little and smiled, pleased.
Looking at the out cold inventor, Remy sighed. "Of course he did, he'd lose his 'Stupidly Noble Heroics' membership if he didn't pull something stupid et valiant. He had a pulse when I checked, so I don't think it's dire." He leaned back as she rested against him, rubbing her shoulder lightly. "I should probably move him to a bed, dat floor don't look comfy. I can bring a cot in so you can yell at him from de comfort of your bed."