Rogue expression pinches as she looks up at him. "Except the less I wear, the more you'll touch, and I can't think when you touch me." An it made it very easy to make bad decisions she couldn't take back. As it was, though, Rogue wasn't sure if she would want to take it back.

Being around Remy made her wonder. If anyone could work around her skin, would be dumb and brave enough, it would be him. Seeing their other selves in that library had turned her wondering into wishing. And that was a dangerous thing for a girl like her. Hope always was.

She pokes the center of his chest with a cold fingertip "Gettin' naked ain't gonna help ya behave."