The reaction is instinctive and ingrained: when Rogue touches him, he tips his head down and against, pressing into the touch. Though his faceplates are smooth, they don't feel metallic like the rest of him, but rather instead porcelain-like. His reflex only lasts a few seconds before he seems to catch himself doing it, and stops.

"You're welcome," he answers after a beat, looking oddly ruffled by his impulse. "I'm glad it will be one less thing for us to worry about."

Though he does wonder, academically, what constitutes a viable target for her ability...