[The glow grows just a little bit brighter, but fades as Gambit fights down the growing urge to pick up the comb on the dresser nearby and charge it. Losing the comb means a trip to the item shop, and he's trying to avoid those as it is.]

Shouldn't you know where your clothes are 'fore you go sneakin' into people's rooms? Kinda ties up the getaway if you don't.

[Because yes, he has made the hasty escape out a window before, but he always knows where his pants are, thank you.]