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Remy had had an interesting week. Its possible that he's cursed, or some kind of thing close to a curse… Maybe its not a curse though, maybe its a magical enhancement? It burns though, so its probably a curse.
Either way, the Cajun is here at this pool hall tonight and he's sent Rogue a text to ask her to join him. At his table he's been poolin' around at, there's a number of beer bottles, a few baskets of nachos and cheesey fried sticks, as well as another of hot onion rings. The Cajun seems to be really indulging himself… more than he ever normally does.
A cigarette is between his lips as he leans over the pool table and strikes the cue ball with his pool cue, sending it clacking around the table and dropping a solid orange and yellow set of pool balls into two different pockets. He twirls the pool cue around in a flourish to celebrate as he strides back to his food and beverages.
Rogue had sent him a poop emoji in answer, amused with herself. She'd taken enough time to change, at least. There's a favored black leather jacket over a black and green faux corset with a sweetheart bustline, and closely fitting black jeans with (new!) black boots she'd never wear to work in. She'd bothered with just a touch of makeup, a brush through her hair straightened hair, before she was out the door.
It's not her first time here, and the big bouncer man gets a wink as she struts on in. There's barely a moment for eyes to adjust to the difference in lighting, before she will see the Cajun celebrating as he strides. She will point her feet that way, sliding out of her jacket and exposing a heck of a lot of fair skin as she approaches. "Well hello there, Mister."
Severin is a regular at the Eight Ball since he makes his home here in Mutant Town over at Gearhead's Garage, and so he comes and goes without much fanfare, greeting those that he knows in passing as he makes his way over toward the bar to find himself a pint, leaning there for a moment and taking the lay of the land. His eyes sweep over the dart boards, the pool tables, and some of the other folk who linger at the bar before they eventually drift back to where Remy is playing. Then he turns to take up the pint that is set in front of him, lifting it in a sort of salute.
Remy's third beer was raised up from the table and placed to his lips where he tips it back and enjoys a wonderfully bubbly and frothy burst of alcoholic bliss which makes him shake his head back and forth again, as well as release a satisfied "Ahhhhhhh! Dats good." reaction to it all.
But as he sets the bottle down again he raises his eyes up and notes the random folks at the bar, but then nots the arrival of the one and only woman of whom he'd invited here in the hopes she'd graciously accept and… "'Ey!" Remy says, he twirls the pool cue around at his side again as he walks to greet her. "Look who's pretty'n dis 'ere place up now!" He says, joyful glee perhaps oddly strong on his voice.
He moves toward her with his arms apart like he's intending to hug her, but he stops short and then just offers a graceful and proper bow with one hand on the pool cue and the other on his stomach. "Vous %<234>tes %<224> la recherche magnifique ce soir, Lady Rogue." He speaks of her beauty on this night before he grins at her again.
"Want a drink?" He asks, already on his way toward the bar to get her one, to stand next to where Severin is and to offer him a nod of recognition as well.
Rogue will arch an eyebrow at the Cajun as he stops short, she assumes because she's showing a fair amount of skin. "How many drinks have you had, sugar?" She will ask softly, green eyes searching over his face. Then, more loudly, "You do know most of the French I remember well is gutter and obscene, right?" There's that bright smile as she tosses her jacket to lay on the table Remy was walking away from.
Then she's trailing along behind him, mildly concerned. Something is off, but she has yet to put her finger down on it to squish it like a gnat. "Bourbon. Neat." She says in a distracted tone to Remy, before she glances at Severin, offering him a bright smile after Remy nods. "Hi."
Severin gives a nods to Remy when the man comes over to the bar and sets up nearby, though he doesn't say anything, at least not yet, though there is a flicker of recognition in his expression. He takes another swig from his beer and watches Rogue's response. "As only the best French is," says Severin to Rogue, finally chiming in on the conversation that is too close to wholly ignore. His own accent is a Louisiana drawl not unlike Remy's. "Hi," he says in return when Rogue greets him and he lifts his beer to both of them in salute.
Remy has to crack at grin at both what Rogue replies to him with as well as with what she orders. "Ah… America's Whiskey…" He says with an exhaled heavy sigh. He turns to the barkeep and places an order for one of their finest aged bourbons.
He looks over to Severin then and shows him a nod and a sly grin as well. "Ah ha, another man from down south." He notes of Sev's accent, recognizing it basically immediately. "What bring you up here, fella?" He asks the guy then before he looks back over to Rogue.
"And forgive me, Chere, if I don't seriously wish t'have ya whisper every single French word ya know inta an ear." He holds his grin for a second before continuing. "Ya know, outta curiosity's sake!"
"Seriously, Rem, how much have you had?" There's a line between her brows as she looks at him, starting to actually worry. "Did someone hit you hard enough to concuss you, or somethin'?"
She glances back over at Severin, smiling. "Indeed. The simplest cuss words sound so much better in French." She's blushing as Remy is talking about her whispering in his ear.
She swallows and tries to shake it off. " Another Southerner, indeed." She'll offer a bare hand. "Name's Rogue. Pleasure."
"Oh, the usual," Severin says with a flash of a grin. Though what that usual might be, he leaves a mystery, when asked what brought him up north. There's an amused smile on his lips as he glances between Remy and Rogue, and then turns his attention back toward the pool tables for a moment, chuckling a ltitle bit at her concern for Remy's well-being. "Everything sounds better in French," he comments, his attention drifting back over to the pair. He takes the offered hand and gives it a brief but friendly shake. "Severin," he introduces himself.
Remy is leaning on the bar via the use of his right elbow and he's happy to receive the glass of bourbon as it arrives. A thanks to the tender and then he turns to offer it to Rogue after she shakes the other southerner's hand. "'Ere you have it, Boo." He says to her with a slight grin. "Not punched or hit, or nothin'. Not by a fist no." He shakes his head side to side, his long dark hair waving around the sides of his face as he does so.
"Nope… I was in da park the other night, on my way t'Harry's, was gonna rustle me up a card game or two. See how many wallets I could clean out." Remy's next beer arrives and he moves to pick it up, three on his table where Rogue left his jacket and this the fourth now grasped by the base of his hand. "Some weirdos had a magic box in the yard, I went t'poke around an' see what was up. 'Yana showed up too. Then… POOF fire bomb, right t'my chest."
He leans off of the bar now, raises the booze up and takes a big swig from it. Then he lowers it and suddenly lifts his black v-neck tee shirt up to show off his abs and lower part of his chest. There's strange demonic runes carved into his skin.
"Left me wit dis… burns like the dickens!" He drops his shirt again, only displaying the skin for a brief moment. He shrugs his shoulders then. "Now? I dun know, just wanna eat an' have a good time. I feel great, 'side from da burnin' part." He starts to walk back to the pool table, seemingly not giving a shit if anyone else heard any of that strange tale either. Severin included.
"Yana? Piotr's sister?" Rogue asks, green eyes back to Remy's face with laser focus. "Rem…" Then she's sucking in air at the sight of the marks on his skin, her hand reaching towards and not quite touching. "Remy. This is /not/ normal. What did Yana tell you?" But then he's walking away, and Rogue clenches her jaw a moment.
There's a look up at Severin, another smile. "You're more than welcome to join us, if you don't mind strange stories and tryin' to figure out what the hell sorta trouble he's gotten himself into now." She tries to make it sound light, but her accent is coming on stronger, which means something inside her is stirred up.
Severin takes in the strange tale with a kind of idle curiosity. If the man's going to tell it right there next to him, then he's not going to feel too bad about listening to it. He glances down at Remy's abs when the shirt is lifted, and while he certainly appreciates the view, it's the symbols and the burning that apparently catches his attention moreso, causing his brows to knit as he sucks in a breath, "That don' look good."
He then glances over toward Rogue and the clenching of her jaw. "That don' look good, neither." Though there's a slightly amused smile on his features for that second one. He raises a brow when Rogue invites him along to follow after them. Shrugging his shoulders, he says, "Why not? Don' seem my plans for the evenin' are goin' where I thought they'd be goin'."
When Severin elects to join them, Remy raises up his pool cue in triumph at the new addition to their party. "Who-rah!" He shouts happily then before he signals the waitress over then points at Sev. "Get my southern fried friend here whatever kinda drink refresh he want, it all on me t'night, Lady and Gent." He tells his two companions, he doesn't seem 'drunk' exactly as much as he seems just to be in overly happy spirits.
After another sip of his drink he grins to Rogue's questions while he starts to sort out the pool balls back into their proper places, using the rack to line them all up.
"Yana was there, yep." He replies to Rogue while he leans over the table to make sure the balls all in just the right spot! He then stands up straight again and smiles at her. "She strong with the magik, ya know? She said she would be lookin' inta it, figurin' out how t'get this stuff off'a me. Said she'd stop by in a day or so t'check in on me." He shrugs his shoulders then. "Thats all I kno—-Ooo, onion rings. I forgot about dem."
Remy strides over to the fried onion rings and snags one up, turning around to chew on it he talks through it, motioning to the table. "Whomever wanna break, break. Do it to et. As dey say."
There's a glance aside and up at Severin, and her jaw relaxes as she breaks into a laugh. "A wise man, you must be. Barely even met, and already you can tell." There's a wink at him as she sips her bourbon and heads towards Remy. "Our Remy has a good amount of Joie de vivre ususally, but not quite to these levels." She will explain, as she moves to take a seat at the table covered in Remy's chosen victuals.
"Do you play, Severin?" She will ask, with a fairly elegant turn of her hand towards the table, before she's looking up at Remy. "When is she supposed to be checkin' in, sug?"
Severin doesn't know Remy well enough to know if this is how he usually is or if something's off, but he seems more than comfortable taking advantage of those good spirits to get himself a free drink. He raises his beer to the bartender, indicating that he will have another of the same whenever he finishes this one, or before, either way. He leans up against the pool table where Remy is racking up the balls and idly listens to their conversation. He laughs at Rogue's reaction and says, "Ma mere gives me that look when I been tryin' her patience. An she has .. ten kids.. eleven? Either way, you gotta work hard to try her patience. That lil' muscle there start to tense up? You get the hell out the house before you catch a smack." He gives her a broad grin which likely indicates that he's caught more than his share of smacks in his time. Though when she asks if he plays, he nods and says, "From time to time."
Remy indulges in a fried mozzarella stick as the other two speak and then he wipes his hands off on a napkin beside the baskets of food. He shakes his head at Rogue's question. "Maybe today? I don't know, I ain't there t'find out, obviously." He smiles quite proud of that fact as its nice to get out and do a little something rather tahn be couped up watching Netflix like had been the past few nights. "I sure she stop bein t'morrow if she got somethin' important t'say t'me, or text me, or whatevers. If she knows how t'text, not sure I ever seen her with a cellular phonular thingy before, admittedly."
"Okay, slow polks. You not break, then I do it." He steps forward then and deliberately hits his pool cue off of the table. "Oops." It falls down to the ground where he catches it on the tip of his boot and then gives it a little kick to send it straight back up into the air where he catches it, then leans forward and places the tip to the cue ball to strike it and send the balls all flying around the table wildly scattering, two of them eventually fall into a pocket.
"'Ow about dat. Generally none'a them go in when I do that." He says to both of his poolin' partners tonight. He seems to think he's charming at least and the expression on his face showcases that.
The look Rogue gives Remy states that she wouldn't even rent that nonsense, let alone buy it. "Severin, after you. We can switch off who he's trying to wipe off the table every other game." She sounds oddly amused. "Ten or eleven? Good lord, woman's a saint, even if she did smack ya a time or two." She shakes her head slowly before she's sipping at her drink.
"Great. Don't even know when she's coming around. This is not the fun and game you're makin' it out to be, Remy. Even I know that."
Severin seems content to stand off to one side and let Remy break, and Rogue play fi she wants to, as he takes up a stool near a rail where drinks can be set while players take their turn at the tables. He hooks one foot around the crossbar on the stool for balance and takes another swig of his beer just as a second one is set down nearby.
After nodding his thanks to the server, he grins and shakes his head a bit at the little show that Remy is putting on, leaning back comfortably against the back of his stool, one arm draped over the back of it.
Though, when Rogue tells him to go first, he gives her a nod and slides off of it once more, choosing a cue and chalking it up before he nods to her and says, "She is that." He gives Remy a look over and says. "Your head start spinnin' around and you vomit pea soup all over the table and the game's over, though." He says this, nodding at those hidden marks on the man's body. He then takes a shot, sinking his first ball, but missing on the second before he leans back to let Remy go again.
While the other two are talking, Remy is waltzing around the table with a sloooow twirl of the pool cue in his fingers as he goes, quietly whistling a showtune through his teeth. His red eyes go from the table up to Rogue who gets a big grin showing off his pearly whites before he then watches Severin's two shots. "Good and dat was a tough one." He comments on them before he pauses at the corner of the table closest to Rogue, his own cue is rested on its butt end while he looks over to her.
"What would ya have me do, Chere?" He asks her. "T'inkin' I'd get run outta church if I tried t'spend my time waitin' in one'a them. Been sittin' in my new home all alone, side for lil' fuzzy Harvey. It gets old, ya know, I get dem fierce cravin's for socialness. With a lovely belle like yourself, and a fine gentleman like our new friend here." He motions to Sev.
"Ooo! My shot. How de-lightful." He takes a step to the point on the table where the cue ball is he and he leans down over top of the table, lining his pool cue up he gives a taunting little wiggle of his butt then STRIKES the cue ball, sending it up into the air and over a ball in his way then collides with the one he was truly aiming for, dropping it into a pocket.
"The ol' shoop a-doop." He says, for some reason, as he straightens up again and smiles at them. He holds the cue out for Rogue. "Want next?" He asks her before he nods to Severin. "What line'a work ya in, friend?" He asks.
"Yes, actually. I'd prefer you be somewhere holed up where someone who might be able to help you could find you, Rems. You could have asked me to come up, I woulda. I'd have brought lots of food and drinks, and you coulda made me watch that show you had on that one night.. the one with the dragon?" She means Game of Thrones, poor ignorant belle.
She will shake her head and roll her eyes as he's shaking his tailfeathers and taking another trick shot. "Maybe some church time be good for ya, Remy." She drawls, more teasing than not. Eyes will shift to Severin, as Remy asks him about work.
"Sittin' 'round waitin' for your head to start spinnin' doesn't sound like a whole lotta fun," Severin can't help but agree with Remy's sentiments there. "May as well have a few drinks and shoot some pool if it's not contagious." He hopes it's not contagious, but he doesn't seem terribly concerned, either. He watches that shot and shakes his head with a grin, "Fancy."
Then he nods to Rogue and says, "She has a point." Wasn't he just arguing the opposite not a minute ago? But when asked about work he says, "My brother's got a garage, Gearhead's, here in Mutant Town. I mind the shop sometimes." Which is a very loose definition of what he actually does.
"No pea soup explosions yet from me." Remy says then as he looks away from Rogue and moves to take another shot. "Da dragon show was better'n in its first few seasons den it is in its last few… still fun watch though." He clacks the pool stick against the cue and sends another ball rolling off the bumper wall down toward the far corner but it fails to go in which elicits a dramatic sigh from the man as he raises back up. "Drat." He says in what almost sounds unconvincing that he's actually bothered by the miss.
"Your shot!" He announces to Severin, now taking this chance to go get refueld on beer and snacks. "Ya 'ear dat, Rogue'ums?" He motions to Severin. "He's a mechanic, like you. 'ow about dem odds, no?"
He swigs from his beer bottle and then shakes his head. "And the night is young, Game a Shows can be watched later! Now is time for fun and hijinx."
Indeed, Rogue's brows had lifted, green eyes a little more interested. "You a mechanice, or you just manage like the office and stuff?" She is, indeed, a mechanic, and well, she doesn't talk to many other than the old man she's been working for. "Don't suppose you know if he might be looking for another mechanic." She's still toyin' with the idea of city living, and not moving back to the mansion.
She will spare Remy a measuring look, brow lifted a little. "I'm startin' to think you need to slow your drinkin', Remy. You're hard enough to follow sometimes but…"
Severin has no idea what the dragon show is, so he just glances between them for a moment and then shrugs his shoulders and says, "But dragons." Because dragons make up for most things, at least in his opinion. When it is his turn to step up, he takes a shot that is fairly straightforward. The second, however, is a bit more complicated, requiring just the right angle when the ball hits the bumper. It goes in, giving Sev a third opportunity. Unfortunately, this time the shot doesn't quite make the distance, and he has to step back from the table. "Not really a mechanic," he says, "Though I used to do some body work, prime and paint and that sort of thing."
"I can ask," Severin says. "Can't hurt none. You should swing by, ask for JP." He glances between Rogue and Remy and says, "He's still upright. If he falls over, we can always pour him into an Uber and get him where he needs to go."
Both of them get a smirk out of Remy and he motions to the table and then holds up his free hand with four fingers held high and mighty. "Four beers ain't enough t'drown me in my own messes and honestly, I can recover faster den most… cause'a… you know, my expert skills and gifts, ya see?" He flashes the both of them a grin before he shakes his head at the mechanic talk.
"Tell her no jobs are open." He says then. "She get job down here in the big city, then I ain't never gonna see her again. She'll meet some hot shot who keep breakin' his car just t'have her keep fixin' it, then I become a thought no longer remembered." He puts a hand over his heart and sighs with dramatic sorrow perhaps a bit overly saturated upon his physical expression of these emotions.
"Rogue's shot." He says then, tossing her the pool cue, should she catch it… if not it'll just fly right past her and land on the floor. He then picks up anther cheesey stick and dips it in the ranch cup.
"I will look it up. Is JP a good Southern boy, too?" She will ask, over the rim of her glass. Then she will snort. "He falls over, I take his wallet and let him figure it out for himself. "
She will stare at Remy when he's telling Sev to tell her no jobs are open and being as overdramatic as a telenovela. "Says the man who hasn't ever even asked me on a date. I thought all good southern kids learned that if you don't go get what you want, someone else will. Like the early bird and the worm." Then there's a snort. "And any idiot who kept breaking his car wouldn't interest me, no how."
Her hand will shoot out and catch the cue, twirling it as she rises. "Yana better hurry up and find a way to help you, or I'm gonna knock you out my own way." She mutters, before she will all but swagger over to the pool table. She will sink a shot, and then two, nothing fancy, before she misses and lets Sev take a turn.
"Somehow," Severin says, "I can't see anyone being able to forget you jus' like that." His accent actually seems more pronounced when he's around other Cajuns, than when he is surrounded by New Yorkers, as though slipping into a familiar slow and easy tone. He leans up against the wall while it is Rogue's turn to take her shot and finishes off his first beer before taking a swig from the second.
"Well, he's my brother," Severin chuckles to Rogue's question, "And while he been up here a while, there's no way the south is comin' out of him any time soon." He folds his arms as he watches the back and forth between Remy and Rogue and he says to Remy, "You should ask this one out before she cracks that pool cue over your head."
Everything Rogue does right there and then just has Remy grinning at her as he leans on the table beside his food and beer bottles. He just stays grinning at her up until the point where Severin talks and then he motions over to him, snapping his fingers at the other guy. "See? Dis guy just complimented me somethin' nice. I need dat kinda thing in my current state… I been branded by demons, ya know, Chere?" He says over to the Belle.
His hand goes down to pick his beer up again then but he pauses with it wrapped around inside his fingers. "Dis not a date?" She asks then, raising his eyebrows up above his red eyes. Those same red eyes dart over to Rogue, then to Severin and then back to Rogue again. "I text you and ask ya t'come t'this fine lil place, for drinks and superlative conversation. We got… cheesey sticks, we got fine alcoholic beverages and we got…" He looks to Severin again. "This guy too!" He motions to him, grinning.
Once more he takes a swig from his beer bottle then nods his head. "Dis totally a date, Rogue. Maybe not the most romantic… but… we should probably save Paris till after I get the Hell Tramp Stamps off'a my slick muscley form."
"Give him time to get to know you, Remy. He might wanna smack you with a pool cue, too." She will pause and polish off her bourbon, setting the empty glass down. "Everyone been marked by their own demons, Remy. Yours are just tangible." She will sass him.
Then there is a snort, and a cool green look at Remy. "No, this is not a date. You ask me on a date well in advance of said evening. Preferrably not while under some sort of otherworldly influence, thanks. Generally, I don't think you'd want to ask another man out on a date, if you ever asked me, Remy. Because see, Sev here is kinda pretty too, and you or I might end up jealous."
"Hell tramp stamp. Jesus, Rem. I'm sure you have a regular one, at this point. Your muscley form bein' what you're so proud of, an' all."
"T'be fair," Severin says, "Most folks don't invite complete strangers on their dates," to Remy with a bit of a laugh and a shrug of his shoulders. "But I'm not turnin' down free beer or entertainment. But I can fuck off if the two of you want to have a proper date?" This is offered to Rogue, rather than Remy, an amused smile on his lips and a sparkle in his eyes. When it's his turn though, he moves over to the table to ake his next shot, which misses, before returning to his comfortable lean against the wall.
He glances down at himself and says, "Ain't no demons been marking me, but then, I don't tend to tangle with those sorts of demons." That is really not his purview at all. He does laugh a little over to Rogue and says, "You're both pretty, but I got a man I'm seein', so I'm afraid I'd have to disappoint all 'round."
Remy's beer is set back down and he grins to Rogue once more before he walks over to the edge of the pool table. "You right, Belle." He says to the lovely lady with them. "He an attractive cajun man, but…" Remy snaps his fingers at Severin. "I seen da way he stared at my Hellstamps when I raised dat shirt up." He grins to Severin then. "You good guy though, I can see that too."
Now he looks back to Rogue. "But ya don't fuck off on accounta me'n Boo's night out t'night. This is chumksi stuff we doin' tonight, when I take her out on a date, it gonna be the moon… the stars… and everything dat sparkles between'em." He lets his silly grin linger on Rogue for a second longer before he looks down to the pool table.
"Oh. It mah turn!" He says then as he fishes a pack of cards out of his pocket. One after another, playing cards are suddenly flicked across the table, each one colliding with a pool ball and each one sending said pool ball into a different pocket. Remy clears the table, aside from all of the cards scattered across it, each one marked with a sharpie with 'Remy <3 Rogue'.
"How about dat?" The Demon Marked Cajun says as he turns back to the table to get his beer. "Mah cheesey sticks are gettin' cold."
"Why you gotta ruin the plot, Severin? And this is not a date, and I invited you, so I hope you don't feel a need to go anywhere. " Rogue says to him with a grin, before she's looking at Remy. "You think everyone is always checkin' you out, Remy. You're not a library book, yanno."
There's a sigh, her hand rubbing along at her forehead. "Remy, I am not your Boo. If you ever hope to take me out on an actual date, you'd do better than callin' me a ghost's exclamation." Then she sees she sharpie marked cards, and she straight up facepalms. "Remy, finish your drink and food. I am draggin' you back to where you're stayin', and kickin' your ass into bed." She might be a little flushed and flustered. She turns green eyes on Severin. "He's not normally quite this… loopy."
Severin laughs and shakes his head as he watches the table get cleared of balls and replaced with the card art. "Romantic," he says with an amused chuckle as he goes to set his cue up against the wall, returning it to the rack. Then he reclaims his beer. "But sure, I'll hang around for now." He then glances over at Rogue and says, "Oh, I was checkin' him out. But yeah, you should probably get him home before he starts with the sky writing, and launching flights of doves." He gives them both a sidelong grin and tips back his beer, finishing it up. "Was good to meet you both." He then glances over at Remy and mouths "Good luck" with a broad grin before he lofts a hand in a salute, and begins to head for the door.
"Nah nah…" Remy starts to respond to Rogue after eating another half of a cooled off fried cheese stick. "Not ghost, Chere. Boo… Beau… Beautiful. Dats what it is. It French." He tells her then before he motions to the waitress to have her swing over. He pulls a roll of fifties out of his pocket and swipes a few of them to her. "You let dis man drink whatever he wanna drink da rest'a the night, and if there's whatever left over, you keep?" He says to her with a quick smile before he turns back to the others.
Remy walks over to Severin and offers him a handshake. "I let you see da abs sometime when they ain't got demonic scribes all scribbledy-shook across'em. Much hotter t'stare at it then, no?" He says, flashing a grin, being the goofball that seems to be his thing tonight.
Its then that he looks back to Rogue and walks with a swagger over toward her. "You ready t'go pet Harvey and watch da dragon show, Cheri?" He asks her then, reaching for his jacket off of one of the chairs.
There is a roll of green eyes, before they close and she takes a deep breath, exhaling as she counts slowly. She's trying to keep a death grip on her patience. It is not her best trick, when it comes to Remy. "If it gets you home and out of public where you can imply things about us to people, the sooner the better."
She will wave to Severin. "I'll come find your brother's shop soon. Nice to meet you!" She will reach for her jacket, sliding into it. "Complete waste of an outfit on you, Cajun. Clearly I need to find more interested prey. Come on, let's get home so your kitten doesn't worry himself to bits."
Severin gives Remy a brief but friendly handshake and laughs, "I will take you up on that sometime. Nice to meet you." He grins over to Rogue and says, "Both of you. You have a good night an' enjoy the dragon show." He nods to Rogue when she mentions that she'll come find the shop soon, giving her a bit of a salute.