It's instinct to move my hand with hers, flipping it around to try and catch her wrist, but it's one I shouldn't be having to use. Rogue's well and truly left de building, and on its own dat'd be bad enough, but even if de voice an' face are all wrong, I'm dealing wit' someone I'd planned on never dealing wit' again and dis becomes a whole new level of wrong. Funny t'ing about plans, dey never seem to go right where I'm concerned.

"I'll call you dat all I please, seeing as how c'est ton nom. Come on, chère, think for a second!"