Another dismissive wave. Remy was very relaxed right now, enjoying the situation. There was something about tension that always made him feel comfortable.
"Dat's why you have me, non? To make you dese t'ings and t' treat you right. You don' gotta do it all on your own."
Was this a serious conversation? He really wasn't sure anymore. It was meant to be light-hearted and now it was heading in this strange direction. Better to nip it in the bud.
"Go. Shower. Relax. Do you work later? We get to spend time together mebbe? Remy rub yo' feet."