Remy never grows tired of watching her.

Rogue moves with a grace that comes, oddly enough, of Danger Room practices and good instincts on a battlefield. She laughs with her entire body, and he loves to see her shoulders shake and her cheeks flush. She uses her hips to open doors, to hold a child or pot, to rest her hands on when she's giving him a good tongue-lashing.

He likes the way she'll read a book at the kitchen table, sipping tea and giving him a small, shy smile every once in a while when she feels him staring.