She had to smile at his comments and that laugh he gave. He was right, she didn't pull her punches, not even with the handsome man with whom she was madly in love. It wasn't like he couldn't take it, and she enjoyed keeping him a bit on his toes.

Rogue watched with interest as he retried the tin of tea from a cupboard she would have had to climb onto a chair to reach. To hear that it was a gift from Natasha was a bit unexpected, though. It didn't really fit the impression she'd had of the other woman - perhaps she'd been wrong.

"That sounds perfect," she said with a soft smile, taking the tin from him and breathing in the scent of the tea inside it. "Would you like some?" She paused, then added with a laugh, "Are you even a tea drinker?"