A debt to repay, and something of interest. He really was so very like Erik, it was a little comforting to have something familiar like that in her life again. Especially since he reasons made sense, she could understand them without having reason to doubt his motives. It had been a long time since she'd met someone like that.

Rogue held her breath as she reached out and took the soap from him, careful of where she placed her fingers. It was difficult with the soap being slippery, and she flinched when a fingertip touched his and a quick jolt of that sparking electric energy shot up her right arm.

"Shit," she muttered quietly, shifting the soap to her left hand, flexing her right and shaking it a little. "It stings a little, like live electricity," she explained, lathering up the soap as he had done and rubbing the suds along her arm and shoulder, over the burn scar, trying to soothe away that tingling sensation.