"Friend? Ya can't even name a time the two o' us have had a talk, can ya?" Sam pointed out, stopping short of the front door to turn and face LeBeau. He shook his head mildly, surprised and almost pitying Remy for how much he was pretending like nothing was the matter. "No, ya may not get the door for me. Ah'm a guy, Ah got..." Yet Remy managed to slip past him quick, getting the door.
One of Sam's eyebrows was now arched. Sam was on high alert. For all intents and purposes, Remy was a charmer and appeared to like to use people from Sam's limited perspective. He believed this same wheeling and dealing may be going on right now with how unnecessarily helpful Remy was being. "Look, just leave me be, please. An' Ah'll leave you be." He was afraid to pass through the door, expecting some cruel prank to transpire if he did.