[Dangerous indeed, luckily Jean's mind isn't so clouded over that the way her hand curls doesn't signify some sort of twisted caress. That realization hits him pretty hard and he instantly lets go of her hand, his eyes opening again to hers.]

[Not sorry, he's not, but thank you instead. However the next thing he does is grab wherever she put his drink and throw it back, wincing it all the way down while he drains the beakerish glass. That done he clears his throat while the burning sensation still lets him know he's alive, hitting his chest with his hand a bit. Yeesh, hardcore burn.]