Standing up, he just smirked as he pocketed the cards. They burned his coat, and as much as the poor damn thing needed it, he really wanted it back. His coat did so much more then just keep him warm, and yes, while that was needed, considering his strong hate for snow, Remy liked the ability to place as many things as he needed to in the pockets. He was able to hide so much. And now nothing. It was irritating, but he'd deal with that later. Obviously he was going to need a coat in the dead of winter right?
Of course, following Raven the whole few steps across the hall seemed far more important to him at the moment. "I'm sure we can be comin' up with somethin' for dat."