Remy swaggered through the grounds of the garden with, as usual, a smirk on his face. He let the memories of his conduct earlier this evening rise up again.
"Oh Remy! More! Faster!" The pleading came from more than one voice; females and males alike. Damn, I'm jus' a sex god, non?
He remembered that evening's long series of conquests, faces, names, phone numbers, and was only dragged out of his reminiscence when he saw the footprints in the mud and the open bay windows. Merde. Call Scotty, Logan, 'Ro, anyone, he thought as he quietly continued his stroll. Whoever inside, maybe dey don' hear Remy, non?
He walked down through the gardens and, when he was about thirty yards away from the window, tapped his communicator and whispered. "Aler'... possible in'ruder, Eas' wing, dorms."
His heartbeat began to ascend to rates just as fast as several times earlier that evening; his plush lips quickly lost any smirk. His face became set in a familiar ruthless stare. Don' mess wid Remy LeBeau, he thought as his burning gaze returned to the open window, whoever you are.