"I'm hungry."

"So get something to eat."

"How can you be so callous?"

"I'm tired."

"It's your fault I'm hungry."

Logan shifted, a grin sliding over his lips, his eyes taking in her naked form. "It is, isn't it?"

Rogue blushed, tugging up the sheet to cover herself. "Come on. I'm in the mood for a midnight snack."

"The kitchen counter does have merit," Logan mused. "And the table."

Rogue rolled her eyes. "Sugar, I'm all for video tapes in our bedroom, but not in the kitchen."

"Oh," Logan said disappointedly. "Right. Surveillance. Wake me when you're back."

"Logan!"

"What?"