How he kept a straight face she had no idea at all either. Maybe he was a better liar then she gave him credit for. However selective he was, she really didn't know. It always threw her for a loop when a guy came to the bar to flirt with her rather then watch their own little show out there. Not that she minded an actual conversation, or the actual flirting, but it just didn't always sit well with her, even for the short time she had worked there. Why try for a woman you couldn't touch? They really stood a better shot with one of the dancers, and in most cases, that was really just asking for trouble. Just because no one knew why she was actually covered, or at least for the most part, that didn't mean she had some sign over her head that read they had a better chance here.
"Touche," Rogue quickly pointed out. She knew what he meant all too well. She had known loneliness far too well in all too many ways. Even before becoming a mutant. Leaning against the bar, she kept just out of touching distance before asking, "But isn't that better? Why not be lonely? It's better then playing that old fashioned game of 'scratch my back and I'll scratch yours'." This whole team melodrama back at the base was all too new to her. Teamwork was not her thing. Running on her own and only looking out for her own neck was about the one thing she knew how to do well at.
Rolling her eyes, she snorted. Rogue really didn't need to think of how good he was at anything. "Which was why I was hoping you give me a hint as to what could get you off my trail. Ain't nothing sweet here." She told him shaking her head, before looking out over the club for a moment before turning back to him. "Does that mean that the next time some Bayou boy decides to ask me if I wanna see a card trick, I keep my mouth shut or mask my accent?" Rogue joked, though she wondered if that would have slowed him down at all, or if this guy would have just went with it. He really did seem to be enjoying himself, though, who was she to complain? She just didn't like how easily he seemed to get under her skin, but at least he made conversation rather then just oogle her the whole time.