Meeting Rogue was kind of like a kick in the gut. Fiery, beautiful, innocent—never could leave innocence alone, y' no good LeBeau—she sent his pulse racing and his palms sweating and this awkward feeling straight through whatever decency was left in his sorry excuse of a heart that maybe, just maybe, she was the second chance he had at doing something right. Belladonna's eyes would be lookin' at y' in pity.
Glutton for punishment Gambit was. He didn't bother asking Stormy if she minded. Never could leave a challenge, y' fou, and look at where it's got y'.