Rogue turned bright red at his whispered suggestions before shrugging his arm from her shoulders. "Logan, you do realize that we are in a public place?"

He responded with a raised eyebrow, indicating he didn't understand the problem. She rolled her eyes, barely repressing a squeak when he pulled her into a gallery away from the others.

He surveyed the modern art collection with distaste, "I don't think we'll be disturbed in here."

She tried to reason with him as he smirked and backed her into a darkened alcove. "We are chaperons on this trip, not...mmm...right there, sugar."

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