Remy grinned at the sight of her blush, inching slightly closer as he reached for his tea again. “I know exactly what you mean,” he replied, looking up at her face again. “I’m the same way.”
As Marie explained the big party, Remy’s eyes followed hers to the fire. It seemed like a nice time. It was obviously important for the mansion to seem like a home away from home for the kids, and it was good to know that it did, and that they weren’t just caught up in the whole superhero vigilante do-gooders part of the program. He turned to watch her as she watched the fire, smile still playing on his face. “Sounds like a fun time.”
He turned more fully to her, resting his chin on his hands as she recounted her tale of aerial terror. As she continued, he found himself having an increasingly difficult time not laughing at the story. It was cute, even though it was clearly something that still didn’t sit right with her. “Learnin’ how to do it right would probably make you less scared,” he pointed out, nodding. “Up to you, though. I can think of worse things than bein’ stuck in a car for hours with someone as lovely as yourself.”
“You ever made the drive before?” He sat back again. “Thinkin’ of driving straight through or stopping off halfway?”