Remy wanting to join in some sort of little quote debate? No. Definitely not him. Of course he was going to ruin a their fun, or at least choose to roll his eyes and stay out of it. Maybe even get bored from it and take off, but not before he chose to poke at Pete for even bothering. Whatever Raven's interests were hers. He really never bothered to delve into that one. There was only about two things he was interested in when he saw her and neither one included quotes.
Shaking his head, he laughed at Pete for bringing in more damn quotes. "A gentleman is simply a patient wolf." Yes, it wasn't anything Oscar Wilde, and yes it was from some old actress that his père had a crush on back in the day, but hell if he was going to believe in Pete's little quote. "An' dere be no wolf in dis world dat would be carin' 'bout someone's feelin's intentionally." They were smart enough creatures, and when they found something they were after, they could easily stick with it.
But of course, Remy also had to point out that even if they had realized where he pulled that quote out of his ass, he really wasn't into those types of conversations. "'Sides, as de lady said," he began before nodding over towards Raven, "Quotation is a serviceable substitute for wit, though dis Cajun prefers wit." Either one of them could jump on that bandwagon all they wanted and try to claim otherwise, but Remy had enough confidence to not care what either of his present company said about such. Not that he took anything Pete said to heart, ever for that matter. They had known each other long enough to poke fun at one another.
And to find Raven was a mother? After being alive as long as she had recently pointed out? Well wasn't that something. He was half afraid to ask how many other kids she had popped out over the years and if perhaps she there was something to the other blue, furry fellow, but, once again, none of his business, and it really wasn't something worth knowing. So it really didn't matter much to him.
Looking over Raven as he changed, he found himself a little too amused. Okay, so now all those little cracks Pete made earlier made a whole hell of a lot more sense now. Choosing not to comment on the blonde, which, Remy had had more then enough crazy blonde women pass through his life, he smirked. "Now you show me dis? Knowin' me all dis time too?" He shook his head and tsked her. Like he really cared though. He was just happy she didn't pull that trick during certain activities. It might have the ability to scar a man for life, depending on what she changed into.
But as she brought up the problem with a certain organization's intelligence, Remy was even more amused. "Dere be not a person alive dat would not be agreein' wit you dere. Don't know dat dey really did 'ave any real intelligence." Or at least in regards to any information Pete had during any of the times that Remy was working either with or against Pete at any given point. "Dere intelligence gatherin' probably 'ave been done better by givin' some childe some candy an' pointin' de kid in a direction to go listen in on some conversations. At least dere be a lil' imagination to it."