Their little talks rarely develop innocently. Remy isn't complaining.

It's usually his fault.

But she laughs outright when he tells her his idea of a first date—the kind that doesn't end in a tumble with a stranger.

"A motorcycle ride!"

"Oui," he replies drily, then leans back with a sigh. “Maybe watch the sunset. Never did that with a femme. Never wanted to…”


Rogue and Remy haven't had a first date. They just...happened.

She sobers suddenly and slides herself into his lap, her eyes darkening with secrets.

(And he thought this talk would be innocent?)

"I'd go dancing."