Rogue knew he wasn't trying to provoke her with his comment; truthfully, she just assumed that he was like most men she'd known over the years, tending to understate and run short on words when it came to things like this. It had only been the ladies men like Remy who had waxed poetic about how wonderful something like a hug could be, especially from a belle femme like herself. The fact that he continued hold on to her was enough for her to know that he didn't mind her being like this with him.

She frowned slightly at his mention of serious questions and was about to pull back to look at him when the question itself took her by complete surprise. A bubble of laughter burst out of her and she snuggled even closer to him. "Green," she answered without hesitation. "It's my favorite to wear, and it reminds me of when I used to spend the odd week in the Canadian wilderness with my friend Logan." The words came easily, just tumbling out as she continued talking about colors and what they meant to her. "I also like grey and yellow, which you'll see in the way I've decorated my apartment - grey for my best friend Erik who controlled magnetic fields and manipulated metal, and yellow for Jubilee, who wore this hideous yellow jacket everyday and looked like she'd just stepped out of the 80's, but it suited her."