"Been called many things cher, an' sorry, mais dat been one I'm used to hearing." And then some. "Mais I know I be interestin'." Though he just waited for that joke about men and pink. "It takes a certain type of homme to be able to pull off dat color an' make it look good." Yes, he was absolutely full of himself at any given time. But wasn't any good thief?
Remy was completely unable to feign a hurt look at the moment, and just grinned at her. "You know dere be many ways I could take dat right now, mais, dere be a few t'ings you don't know 'bout me either. Maybe I be someone used to losin' dat 'life force' as you put it." Or at least something of the sort. Not the first time he would have been in some sort of dangerous situation and had someone try something. Not even close.
"Maybe after you be done takin' dat, you kiss it all better?" He teased, once again, winking at her. "An' maybe I be needin' a good night's sleep." He continued on since she had said something about consciousness. "You never know. Dis conscience can only go so long wit'out sleep." Problem usually ended up in what his nightmares were composed of.