Illy and Remy
Remy laughed at that and made the same cross-his-heart gesture while bowing a little, saying conspiratorially, "Sure, you can kill me. But you're gonna have to catch me first."
He took a quick sip from the flask and tucked it into his back pocket, sitting down at a gaming table to set up the board.
"All right. Pick a critter or a thing," he started to explain, showing the game pieces while setting each one down. "What you pick says a lot about de person you're playing against. Dis game's got a duck, a mangy lil' mutt, a penguin, a dinosaur. A top hat for people who want to look fancy. Battleship and a race car. I call dibs on de cat."
A small metal cat was held up as he admitted, "I got two strays in my apartment. Buffy an' Willow. Take dat secret to your grave, madam."
Stark didn't strike him as a pet guy, but the sexy-sounding AI didn't give him any grief about pets roaming around either. Nevertheless, he put a finger to his lips and shushed softly, setting the cat piece down on the starting square before counting out money and setting the card piles up.