He ex-vents softly, but Rogue's words evidently have some effect on him. She acts like the risk is his, as always putting others before herself even at the cost of her own comfort. And that is why he takes her claim that she won't judge him at face value, when from anyone else he'd scoff it aside as mere platitude.

It's not a guarantee - fear is an irrational, wicked, pervasive thing - but it's as close as anyone can reasonably get.

And he owes her, at least to try.

It feels unseemly to tower over her for this, so Knock Out bends down into a crouch, balancing easily on wide pedes so that he's closer to her. "All right," he consents. "We'll try. Go ahead."