<div class="floatleft">(http://static.thefrisky.com/uploads/2010/03/10/Jason_Lewis_main-320x213.jpg)</div>Code Name: ArchAngel<br/>Real Name: Warren<br/>Location: Outside the Empire Diner, New York City<br/>Date/Time: 6:20 am - Friday May 27th 2016<br/>Tagging: Everyone<br/>Content: Old friends<br/>Wearing: As pictured<br/><hr/><br/>"Tell you what, Rogue," Warren said, looking at the southern belle and trying very hard to keep his hands to himself, "After this is done, I promise that I will take you anywhere you want to go so you can relax, as long as it is outside cell phone range.  I realize that does cut your choices down but it is supposed to be a place to relax and just chill."<br/><br/>Warren wasn't sure why he was flirting with Rogue.  It was stupid.  It was dangerous.  It was self destructive.  Then again, Betsy was sitting in the seat in front of him, so anything he did was going to have its own repercussions.  Hell, at some point Betsy might pull Rogue aside to warn her about the destructive nature of any kind of relationship with Warren Worthington the third.  He wondered briefly if there was ever going to be a Warren Worthington the fourth.  It was unlikely.<br/><br/>Had it been any woman other than Rogue, his fingers would have already been playing with her shoulder, stroking, tickling.  Well, there was a good chance Betsy would have been safe too.  Hell, he'd have done it to Emma Frost, if only to piss off Wolverine.  He had to wonder when he'd become such a man-whore.  He also had to wonder what it was like to have a power that denied you any form of human contact, unless it was violent.  Surely there had to be a way to touch Rogue without having her power affect you....<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, what was that?  I wasn't paying attention."  He was sure someone had asked him a question but he'd been so lost in his thoughts that he wasn't certain who.<br/><br/>