She appreciates him clearing his throat to announce his arrival, even though she does startle slightly because of the noise. No liquor spills and she merely swivels her head sharply, her mess of curly hair haphazardly pulled into a bun that's on the losing battle of containing the majority of her mop. Her gaze slides over his comfortable attire, noting the places where skin's bare out of habit.

He receives an apologetic smile. "Sorry if ah woke you." Though she doesn't think she was being particularly noisy or anything. The spell of the necklace broken, Rogue remembers to take a sip of her not so hydrating drink as she watches him join her on the couch with a touch of longing, a conflicted sadness in her gaze before she shifts it back to the necklace. Part of her wants to move closer, spoiled recently with apparently too much physical contact.

His question receives a rough exhale of a laugh, more of a scoff. Her feelings on the item remain complicated. "Somethin' like that. It's from the weddin'..." She trails off, avoiding his gaze by again staring into the jewelry. "The more ah look at it, the more ah see a collar. It dampens mah powers." It's left unsaid why it was a wedding gift, but she feels it's a fairly easy conclusion to draw.