Perhaps it was just a show of character that, despite her attempts to keep him in check, the Cajun continued with his antics in a stubborn manner begging to be caught. So when she finally turned around catching him in the act, her much anticipated reply caused him to grin widely. "But, dat'd be a waste of a beer dat yer supplyin, petit. An I dont wanna see it go ta waste." He picked it up off the bar and taking a sip. "Besides, I think it'd look good on me." Even though the words were heavily drawn out in sarcasm, there was a hint of truth in the tone of his voice.
One way or another, Gambit always found a way to joke about such serious matters. Perhaps Rogue was right, that one day his mouth would get him in trouble but only time could tell. And Gambit was very accepting of whatever came his way, whether trouble or fortune.
"So, when are you gonna come around dat bar of yours an' have a seat with me an lemme show you a good time?" He asked, surely she knew another comment was coming that would lift the bar. "Like I said, Gambits' got plenty o' energy, petit."