"'Dat guy? Non, ain' likely. Ain' like we goin' steady or nothin'." The Cajun chuckled for that, hands slipping into his pockets so he didn't reach out and touch everything he passed while on the way to his apartment.
It'd been a few weeks since he'd taken anyone home. He'd sort of planned on Grey, but that hadn't panned out.
Yet.
There was still time.
"Ain' disappointed, are y'? Still gonna be able t' get it up if someone ain' tryin'a kill ya?" Would that excite the pirate? Gambit imagined it would. It'd excite him, too.