Remy really didn't give up, did he? John snorted quietly, mostly to himself. He tipped his head and looked at Remy close up, regarding him through a wayward strand of blonde hair apparently rebelling against the gel he used to keep it up.
"Not picked anybody yet," he informed Remy as he glanced over his shoulder at the crowd. "I think Pietro has his eye on a couple of the ladyfolk though. God help them." John shot a look in the direction of his silver haired teammate before laughing softly as he turned back to Remy. "Major downside to having his particular... talent."