"Just one thing, chérie," Remy says. He's leaning back on his hands on the floor, about the only position he can actually manage at the moment. "Not the memory and my power and card throwing."

"I got the memory," she states icily, not even glancing up from uncharging her entire wardrobe.

Jean-Luc chuckles and shakes his head at them from the middle of a mess of fallen cards. Unfortunately, said memory involved Remy in a fight.

Remy tilts his head appraisingly, waiting for Rogue to notice.

Finally, task complete, she looks up. "What, Swamp Rat?"

"Love the eyes."

She scowls.