The duster was shrugged off and settled over her shoulders in a quick, practiced move that let him continue the one handed shuffling. His tongue flicked out over his lips before he leaned his face toward hers, a new cigarette in somehow slipping into his mouth so he could press it to the tip of hers when she took her next pull, lighting it for him. Remy's voice went low and his red on black eyes glowed softly, "I take whatever you want ta throw at or on me, petit."