Maybe she shouldn't have said that. Rogue watches Remy carefully, trying to read this sudden shift in mood. When he pulls her closer, she lets herself relax, curling into the heat pouring off him. "Two years," she tells him. "But I never went to school." She'd been taught by her parents, the ones who chased her off and the ones who took her in. They'd taught her different things, of course, but they had taught her.

"Anyway, if I wanna know somethin', all I have to do is touch somebody." Or, at least, she had. The idea of having to learn something the hard way... it's exciting.