Well. It wasn't like he had much of a choice at this point. It was either speak, and the truth since he'd sworn to always give Rogue that, or let Thor tell the story. Which would have been idiotic.

He idly picked at another shard of glass, though he kept his gaze fixed on Rogue. "I came here to look for my lady. I asked the fathead over there where you might be. Things got a bit rude. I gave him a mocking little pat on the butt before departing, since he seemed concerned that he wasn't curvy enough to be properly mistaken for a lady."