They practice in seconds. Three seconds: long enough to weaken him without knocking him unconscious, long enough to transfer a single skill, memory, or mutant power. She's reaching for a memory now.

Remy's used to the draining sensation by now, the way it feels like his soul is turned inside out and the world fades to black, and instead of feeling that, he focuses on her, the way her cheeks flush and her mouth forms an "O" as she pulls away and says, "Remy!"

He chuckles. "Memory, chérie, not fantasy."

Rogue glares at him.

Jean-Luc just shakes his head. "Again."

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