The idea of telling Rogue, any Rogue, the truth about his plans for the evening never even crossed his mind. She was a discerning woman, and never really approved of his previous profession (at least to his knowledge), and she probably wouldn't understand the itch he'd been unable to scratch for the past several months. She wouldn't understand needing to scratch it now, and he was certain she wouldn't understand scratching it at a charity event he was representing the school at.

And so, he went with the safe option: explanation by way of careful diversion.

"I was goin' ta represent de school at a charity event. Nothin' special."