[Rogue huffs a wry laugh at the mention of a smooth-talking scoundrel, mostly because he's absolutely right, her smile dipping into something fonder for a moment.]

Who's to say ah only got one edge? [Bantering with him feels comfortable, that pull of familiarity almost as intoxicating as it was worrisome.] And perhaps ah'm the smooth-talkin' scoundrel.

[Her grin widens as she tucks her legs beneath her from the side, settling in a little more comfortably.]

Name's Rogue. [Which doesn't sound much like a normal name, but there are few that call her Anna or Anna-Marie. He's technically a stranger, he's said as much and she could still be wrong.] An' thank you, for the compliment.