She blushes and studies her own fingers knotting and unknotting.
"Rogue," he prods.
"I'm getting fat," she mutters abruptly.
Remy blinks, then pulls her into his arms. "First of all, y' ain't." He lays a finger over her mouth to stop her protest. "Second, if y' ever do get all matronly, I'm still goin' to love you."