"What are y' up to, chère?" Remy asks suspiciously.

But she doesn't remove the blindfold. "Just trust me, 'kay?"

He simply sighs and follows her down two more steps, hits concrete... He frowns.

"The garage?"

"Shut it, sugah." Rogue turns him, then slides her arms up around him, holding him close before whisking off the blindfold. "What do you think?" she asks gleefully.

Remy just stares at the classic, fully restored Harley Davidson motorcycle gleaming in front of him. "I t'ink you're crazy," he finally gets out.

She chuckles huskily in his ear. "I guess that means you like it."