He was trying to be considerate of Rogue's body, and the aches she'd surely be feeling, if not now then definitely later, especially because she seemed rather blasé about it herself. He loved the intimacy, but he never wanted her to be hurting, even if she deemed the pleasure and closeness worth it.

At her teasing accusation, he tried, mostly successfully, to school his face into a look of innocence. Most of the effect was lost because he made it so obvious, but that was the point. Picking up his sandwich, he casually said, "Well, I haven't yet. Planning on it, though," giving her a look that clearly conveyed he was not talking about his food, before taking a bite.

It was something, like all sexual encounters, that he'd heard about back in his day, but had never had the chance to do. Going down south had been something he'd been interested in learning about, because back then, with his weak heart and low blood pressure, he hadn't been sure he'd be able to perform even when he really wanted to. But using his mouth to give a woman pleasure - that was something he could do at any time.