[A raise of a brow at his expression before Remy made sure to turn his head away before exhaling a lungful of smoke, directing it away from Shadow and moving the smoke to rest between his fingers, on the opposite side of his body to the boy.] Yeah, 'magine the slip hazard with that, blood everywhere. Would never have 'nough of those little plastic 'slippery floor' boards they put out for wet floors.
[Before he shot an amused glance over at him.] That just raises a lot more questions than 'm prepared to ask, for the sake of taste.