Remy chuckled at the familiarity of it all. Even with a time difference, she still remains Rogue, that girl who couldn't quite ever say what she felt unless he coaxed it out of her. He noticed that something was on her mind as she walked, that something -- well, something bothered her, and he wasn't arrogant enough to think that it was all him. If he remembered correctly -- which he hoped he did -- Ana still hadn't yet discovered the joys of interdimensional travel. This place must've been a logistics nightmare fo her.

He mockingly held up a hand to his shoulder, wincing rather exaggeratedly. "I t'ink ya confusin' irritation fer charm, chère." Another laugh. "I'll forgive ya, though. Dis time."