Remy hadn’t considered what his being with Rogue would actually do to her. He watches her become a more dangerous opponent, a more lenient teacher, and a more trusting friend. Her eyes grow fiery when anyone criticizes him and he uneasily wonders if his enemies are becoming hers.
But she smiles more, laughs more, touches more. She isn’t afraid. Isn’t that good?
The changes in him are greater. He’s stopped looking at other women, stopped fighting so much, stopped drinking so much. He’s drunk enough on her.
Wary and reluctant, he cannot help but change.