If it didn't at least look like he was trying the guards might interfere or they might be forced into a death match, neither options Remy liked the sound of so he did just enough to keep himself from looking like he was just standing there: shifted his stance, flipped off the VIP box, faced Damphyr head on and gave a curl of his fingers to beckon him to attack again. The crowd was probably expecting the usual show from the Cajun, damn were they going to be disappointed.
The man was definitely annoyed, so it wasn't just Remy's own anger roiling through his head. Good. He could use that. Probably wouldn't take much to get him from just annoyed to absolutely furious.
The next card hit just behind him as his opponent charged him again. All his thief's training screamed for him to move, get out the way, but he stood there and took the hit, head snapping with it. The man was a lot stronger than his skinny frame belied.
He shook his head but that wasn't going to get rid of the ache in his jaw. Neither was hitting the other mutant, but it helped in the way that mattered, made it look to the crowd like Gambit cared. He pulled the kick that he level at the man's chest, the strike no where near full strength and obviously so as he taunted, "Hit Gambit like y' mean it, homme."