This was starting to get a little dangerous. Rogue was momentarily stymied trying to think of a tactful way to defuse it.

"And what of your lady?" the woman said and then turned her gaze to Rogue, the invitation in them plain. "Is she open to new opportunities?"

Oh. Oh hell no. Screw being tactful.

Rogue laughed, "Oh, are you at the wrong table."

She put down her cards, a straight, and shook her head, reaching next to her for one of Loki's hands. She could feel herself starting to get angry, but decided she'd had a perfectly lovely time flirting with Loki and that she didn't want this to spoil it. She'd find it amusing instead. "But I see a whole table full of people from Wyoming if you wanna try for some Snu Snu."