Remy leaned slowly back, arm slipping to fall over the back of his chair as he studied this newcomer. He was pretty sure he'd never met the guy before... so he was curious how the kid had pegged him for an ex-con... though the pedophile comment was ill-founded.
"Seventeen is legal in New York, homme," the Cajun drawled, his smirk still there but with a dangerous edge. "No one here be guilty of that nasty word you just used... less you talkin' about yourself. And if'n ya are, I think that we should have a good long talk outside..."