He never sees himself as attractive, but as a freak amongst mutants. He kills with a touch. Sure, Rogue does a lot of the same thing, but she can choose to kill or not. And that's just not fair.

Sitting on his bed, keeping deadly skin far away from her, he doesn't look at the box. "If I wear it for too long, it'll give me a headache." He shrugs. "But I can wear it for nine hours or so at a stretch." Long enough to sleep next to his wife, if he wanted to... if she wanted to.

"It's... a choice." He says, softly. "If I had it, I'd wear it all the time, but I can't." He slips on his second glove. They go up to midforearm, luckily. He reaches out and touches her hand. "It's your choice." He whispers. "I'll wear it, when and if you want me to."