Belle smiled, that sounded like her Remy. Hating any kind of authority, chafing almost at anything like rules.
"Can jus' imagine it" she said genuinely amused. "Followin w'at is conviniant."
She sipped her tea thinking of how to answer in return.
"Remy LeBeau...met him on streets of Nawlins, two of us lil kids runnin t'streets...jus' kids...we didn' know what friendship would mean. I'm an assassin, dunno if y'knew t'at. Assassin's Guild, an Remy a t'ief. It jus' weren't done...an' I t'ink on some level he knew, an' he liked it...liked playin' wit' fire. Daughter of assassins...an t'at's how we started...
Wasn't long till we were in love...an' he did, he loved me petiet...We were t'get married an' join t'guilds. An' we had a weddin' everyone attended...wonderful day till..."
She shook her head.
"He's a good man much as he hates t'believe it his'self. I can imagine him as a hero...Got more morals t'an I do...more good in him...He's carin'."