He was smirking only slightly when she announced that the other room was a guest room, and as he opened his mouth to inquire whether or not she had a lot of guests, she answered the question on her own. Halfway, at least. Just because the guest room didn’t get used, didn’t necessarily mean she didn’t have any guests. When she caught sight of his eyes, he straightened up slightly an opened them a little bit wider, smile still in place.
Remy had gotten used to people wanting to get a good look at them, and it didn’t bother him in the least that she was so interested in them. They were interesting, and as far as physical mutations went, he considered himself incredibly lucky.
“Yeah, bein’ much too interesting is a problem I have,” he replied with a smile. “Workin’ on it.” He laughed softly when she asked about them, shaking his head. “Nah, don’t see red. See better than most folks in the dark, though. Ain’t night vision or anything like that. It’s just a little bit easier for me than it is for most. ‘Course, sunlight hurts ‘em more... so it evens out.”
He pushed off from the wall to follow her for the grand tour, smiling as she got the entire tour out in one sentence. It was about what the tour of his place would have been like, and he followed her into the Other Room, eyes sweeping the room as she explained how the landlord had changed it all around. He walked past the tree, reaching to toy with one of the ornaments idly. “Grand ain’t all it’s cracked up to be anyway. It’s nice.”
When Marie handed him a picture, he moved away from the tree to take it, scanning the faces. He couldn’t help but crack a smile when he recognized Wolverine, looking cheerful as always. It was strange, seeing him with the group. Maybe Xavier had picked him up that day on the island. Remy had high-tailed it out of there pretty fast and never really found out what had happened to Logan after. He tilted his head slightly as he looked over the photograph, and when Marie excused herself to go see to a whistling teapot in the kitchen, he followed slowly, leaning again in the doorway, picture still in hand.
“Weird, thinkin’ how close I came to all’a this, without every actually being part of it,” he mused, glancing up at her, then back down at the photograph. Smiling, he held it up for comparison. “Your hair’s different.”