Rogue was definitely feeling the need for a little clean-up herself, with things more than a little sticky in not so pleasant ways. She'd survive until after they ate, though - otherwise she might become her usual stubborn self and give up on the idea of eating the healthier option.

Grinning herself at that look of his that really did speak to a mischievous nature, she accepted the sandwich without hesitation and immediately took a small bite. She wasn't a very picky eater, though of course she had personal preferences, but after a childhood spent in foster care and almost a decade of war, she really would eat just about anything to survive. The roast beef sandwich was pretty good, though, and she have Steve a smile of appreciation as she carefully chewed, making sure to almost count the number of times before she swallowed and took another bite.

She didn't think Steve was doing poorly with any aspect of their relationship thus far. In fact, he was doing extremely well for someone to whom all of this was brand new. She worried about messing things up herself, though, and rather badly at that. It was something she'd struggled with all her life, thinking she wasn't good enough or would ruin the good things she had, and she knew it was going to take a great deal of work to get out of that mindset in this relationship. It certainly had with Remy.

"Do you mind if I borrow some of your clothes tonight?" she asked after the second bite; her mind was wandering all over the place, so the question probably seemed to have come out of the blue. But while she'd planned ahead on a lot of things for their birthday date, that particular factor hadn't been taken into account. Oops.