They meet, they part, they meet again. And always, always, there's that constant strand of awareness between them. A fleck of high-tension passion that could explode into a kind of love as befitting a Rogue and a Gambit.

Not only were his goblins trying to overpopulate his kingdom with chickens but they were consorting with the enemy! There she stood, microphone in one hand, cue cards in the other...So. Sarah had been in on this.

“what are you here for then?” She rushes forward and grabs him, bringing his face millimeters from her own; his breath mingling with hers. “I came back to finish something.”