She kicks his butt in the Danger Room.

"Chère, dat's jus' wrong." Remy groans as he peels himself off the floor to meet Rogue's crossed arms and baleful glare.

"Excuse me?" she says.

He rolls his eyes. Is she really that oblivious? He's just had his clock cleaned by his pregnant wife who hasn't spent any real time in the Danger Room over a year. But Remy doesn't want her to clean his clock again, so he settles for indicating the control booth and way too many hands and faces pressed against the window.

"Ain't exactly great for m' reputation."