That got one of his real laughs as he twined his fingers with hers. Comfortable. "Not readin' minds, chère. Jus' readin' you." He'd always been good at reading people, but he'd learned to pay special attention to Rogue. It always came in useful when he was trying to see just how far he could push things, how much closer he could get without being thrown out of her space.

"Non, we don'." He held up his free hand, showing the lack of gloves that she had to have noticed by now. "Dey got my trench an' my gloves. An' pretty much all my cards." Which doesn't make him less dangerous, really. After all, if he can pick it up and throw it, it can be a weapon. Hell, sometimes it can be a weapon even if he can't pick it up. Had done that a few times, too.