Dark eyes glanced over at the voice as he took a long, noticable drag of his cigarette then let out a slow puff of smoke as he pulled the stick from his lips. He followed this by holding up the stick and the box it came from as if contemplating them.
A moment later, his grin returned, "Non. I just got dese little white rolls o' papier. If ya lookin' for a twink, I t'ink de green lizard kid was checkin' out mon derrière - not sure why ya'd want one though. Don't t'ink they could appreciate ya feminine wiles de way ol' Gambit could."
Remy tossed the cigarette pack toward her with a wink.