Rogue kissed the side of his mouth and then pulled away, voice pitched low, "Some of us had good teachers."

And before the full significance of that statement had a chance to sink in to either of them (she hoped), Rogue moved to disentangle herself from him. "Now get on out there an' make some friends."

And - she couldn't help herself, she really couldn't - Rogue gave him a discrete pat on the rear to speed him on his way, football player style. Then she turned to saunter away; and she would make sure that she did, in fact, saunter.