Never, ever, in a thousand years did Remy LeBeau ever think that he would be interviewing for a position as a teacher in a school. What did he have to offer as a teacher? What could he teach? Thieving skills? Ha! That wouldn't go over so well at all. Sure, he could lie with the best of them, but this was certainly one of the strangest things he has ever done in his twenty-six years. It was twenty-six? No, that's right. He just had to think about that one a moment, considering how many times he had actually lied about that one. No need to do that now. It was legitimate. It's not like he could go teaching a great many subjects anyhow. No special degrees needed. Not that he ever actually went a graduated high school for that matter.
Waiting on this Moira MacTaggert, Remy just sat in some seat and kept his poker face on. Leaning back into the chair as if he were actually comfortable in this situation. No, it made him feel like he was called to the principal's office like the many times he had during that short time he did go to school. Always the trouble maker, or so they claimed. No one wanted him around for obvious reasons. Apparently he scared other children just by looking in their general direction.
But this couldn't be so bad. It was a school. It was something different. And it gave him a reason to try to settle down for a while without running a muck...too much. Yeah, Remy LeBeau was hardly a good role model, so lying was key. Well, besides charming said headmaster anyhow.